Of Cigarettes and Smoking Blues

Of Cigarettes And Non Smokers Blues The smoker, he smokes incessantly, breathing out smoke like a dragon afire... As I observed, it played in my mind, it's good thing one smart alec has long retired.. For having come up with the eternal phrase that there's no smoke without fire... Happily do I concur, he undoubtedly was picturing a smoker in particular.. The smoker , he holds his cigarette between his fingers, whitened ash at its end.. As I observed, he brings it up to his lips, a red glow flickered like a sleight of the hand.. No, there is no fire, just merely a reddish glow that flared up at the end of his cigarette… Even as the fiery glow flares its brightest, only a little wispy smoke curls upwards… The smoker, he casually lowers his cigarette, his thumb lightly brushed the smoker’s end… As I observed, with that little deft flick from his thumb, whitish ash dropped off the other end.. The reddish glow that flared momentarily ago, dulled in intensity even as new ashes formed.. Wispy trails of whitish smoke continue upwards ceaselessly while the glowing cigarette burned… The smoker, he releases his smoke, thick streams of secondary smoke vented through his nose.. As I observed, this pall of dense smoke released , enveloped the smoker but slowly dissipated.. Makes me wonder, given the wide publicity blitz perpetually in the various mass media…, How breathing in and expelling cigarette smoke makes for precious time to pass a little easier… The smoker, he turned and walked off, little knowing he has unwittingly been an objective study.. As I observed, in the smoker’s bliss he was in, what he doesn’t know is part of his smoker’s bliss.. Watching the silhouette fading into the distance, involuntarily I shrugged my shoulders… Thinking to myself, to this day , some real smart alec did correctly observe, To Each His Own..,