Wtalbot
04-24-2007, 12:59 PM
Smoking a Cigarette
A flash, a breath, a wisp of smoke--
Inhale strive relaxation--
Exhale exude contemplation--
I sit I stare under the regal oak.
Roaring in my ears,
Babble not to be bothered,
For my own, I have fathered.
Performed by many racketeers--
Deliberation before observation--
Inhale exhale relaxation--
Black shadow observation--
Anticipation--
Black shadow moves to grey--
Distances being minimize,
Direction toward me I realize,
Watching, observing I notice a sway.
Intended to me would not be so--
I choose even still to gawk,
My admiration Gods sculpture talk.
To me the excrement of a crow--
Lack of color straight and fine--
From the superior to the air--
The cool breeze I am made aware--
The Object of this obsession is mine.
Symmetric windows seem open to me--
Color is now my observation,
Green I believe is the temptation.
And all the rest I must see.
Another symmetric pair of perfection--
Molded by his divinity perceived--
Of great importance it is believed--
Obsessive observation, results in detection.
Fidget thumping of vibration has ceased--
Now in front of me I admire--
No inhale exhale, only fire.
No sound or movement resembling deceased--
I sit I stare in pure amazement,
Of a sculptured creation made so perfect,
To worship this with my respect,
Observation with no consent.
Twinkle, glimmer in the interior--
Bounded by a pool of bronze,
Never produced whichever spawns.
So many others must feel inferior--
More bronze to be just interrupted--
Resume once more and to the end,
Two paths taken as they descend,
A man to be corrupted.
Empty and no soul to share--
Inhale exhale, relaxation--
Clouds are void now termination--
Color to grey I sit solitaire.
William Talbot
04/24/2007
A flash, a breath, a wisp of smoke--
Inhale strive relaxation--
Exhale exude contemplation--
I sit I stare under the regal oak.
Roaring in my ears,
Babble not to be bothered,
For my own, I have fathered.
Performed by many racketeers--
Deliberation before observation--
Inhale exhale relaxation--
Black shadow observation--
Anticipation--
Black shadow moves to grey--
Distances being minimize,
Direction toward me I realize,
Watching, observing I notice a sway.
Intended to me would not be so--
I choose even still to gawk,
My admiration Gods sculpture talk.
To me the excrement of a crow--
Lack of color straight and fine--
From the superior to the air--
The cool breeze I am made aware--
The Object of this obsession is mine.
Symmetric windows seem open to me--
Color is now my observation,
Green I believe is the temptation.
And all the rest I must see.
Another symmetric pair of perfection--
Molded by his divinity perceived--
Of great importance it is believed--
Obsessive observation, results in detection.
Fidget thumping of vibration has ceased--
Now in front of me I admire--
No inhale exhale, only fire.
No sound or movement resembling deceased--
I sit I stare in pure amazement,
Of a sculptured creation made so perfect,
To worship this with my respect,
Observation with no consent.
Twinkle, glimmer in the interior--
Bounded by a pool of bronze,
Never produced whichever spawns.
So many others must feel inferior--
More bronze to be just interrupted--
Resume once more and to the end,
Two paths taken as they descend,
A man to be corrupted.
Empty and no soul to share--
Inhale exhale, relaxation--
Clouds are void now termination--
Color to grey I sit solitaire.
William Talbot
04/24/2007