Either That, or a Bunch of Leprechauns Lighting up Outside my Window
So I was trying to sleep last night, and I noticed the smell of cigarette smoke coming in my window. Now, that kind of thing’s not unheard of in an apartment complex, but an endless stream of it is kinda weird. Oddly, though, not the first time it happened. In addition to suffocation and various carcinogens, it was apparently a source of poetic inspiration, as I wrote this:
I hate the nights like this,
When acrid smoke flows endlessly through the window,
As if from God’s cigar.
Perhaps the world is burning,
A rampant, senseless blaze.
No sight, no sound, no taste.
Only scent betrays its being,
But it is the scent of burn and burnt alike.
But whatever spawned this ashen odour,
Not a spark persists by dawn’s first break.
I haven’t written much in a while, and I think I purged every word of prose from this blog in a previous re-tooling of the site, so what do you guys think? I think I’ve garnered a few commenters since the last reboot, so I’ll be glad of any thoughts on it. Or if you know why such an event could take place (my personal theory is in the title), I would really appreciate learning it. That’s all for now.
Oh, and that image came from WordPress’ new built-in Zemanta functions. You were right, Ryan, it’s pretty useful!