Best Poems Written by Martin Baxter

Smoke

I read Camus
in the front garden
in the light of
the streetlamp
across the street 
and thought about death

drum n bass played
from the house
across the street 

laughter, a cigarette
thoughts of 
grandfather suicide

laughter from across
the street. a tear
but it’s only smoke

Copyright © Martin Baxter | Year Posted 2015