Serene smoking meditation

Serene cigarette meditation,
smoke from my lungs
fills the garage,
and creaky rats
squeak in pain.

I ask on myself
questioning the
notched dime
before me.

Whirlpools of smoke,
ash ember glowing
light energy.

Heat energy out my lungs
into the world, into
my lungs, out into
the room, again.

The spirit smoke before bed
waiting for glistening
stones in front of
empty doorways.

Smoggish air, taking
in the last inhale,
holding it in, eyes closed,
taking in all the sounds, reaching
blindly for the ashtray with my
right hand.

Ember out, no sound, but
the rhythmic crickets
and bouncing purple

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