by Gregory McFeely

Created on: October 24, 2008   Last Updated: November 20, 2008

SMOKE

I smell the smoke, but it's not my cigarette

A quick fix to filter their thoughts

Glazing eyes; Passer-byes; Moving trains

But not me. I just traipse in and out

What on earth do the desk people think?

In and out; Up and down; Back and forth

Help me. Please!

Someone help! I don't want to smoke!

But no one can hear me when that train goes by?

For after the train passes, the smoke will clear

But I just can't sit here waiting

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