In The Fashion Of

Discarded, and without even the merest hint of a thought

Goes the cigarette aimlessly rolling towards

The gutter to join the weeks old litter abandoned

In the same manner as their new lodger

The lipstick smudged cigarette.

Once it had proudly protruded

From the red painted lips of a sensual lady

On her way to another day in the office

It had felt so wanted, so secure

In between the tight grip of her sensual lips.

Alas, the cigarettes life is a short one

Once it is plucked from the packet it knows death is just a few breaths away

As soon as the match strikes the box

the cigarette knows it has had its day

Tobacco to ash to a filter tip in the gutter.

Lenny of Cohen(c)2007.1.7