A Greatness In Banality

I sneak a smoke walk down the road walk past the first house, a farm house Light up take a long, blistery drag (An occasional luxury nowadays, my first in a week) It hits me It hits me a pair of siamese trees looms over me. Pass the trees I look at the field little plants the color of asparagus witha lighter shade reflecting off them An army of trees stationary and popping in the background under a baby new sky It is a good day whent he world looks like a Rembrandt No dogs barking today They're cool 'cause I'm cool Second house only a couple hits left There are few things sadder than the last hit of the last cigarette It resembles a lost love