My lunch break in the park
was moving along so smoothly
(surely one of his descriptors
may be "smooth" to describe
his lit cigarette he puffs)

but the moment the smoke
caresses my nasal passages
with daggers of broken enjoyment
my once unrealized
indifference to all around

turns in a moment when his
invades my oxygen high and
I can't help but notice
there is no golf course to be seen,
so what's the deal with his hat?

09/26/2008

Author's Note: #400, cool.

Posted on 09/26/2008
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