Smoked Reality: A Poem

From a fine cigar

Or an ancient pipe

Both full of pure uncut tobacco

The kind of smoke

That fills a room and stays and lingers for several long minutes

Before it casually drifts to a nearby window

The kind of smoke

That hangs like a silken curtain

Of blue and white

Blowing in a very gentle wind

And swaying with the pass of an opulent woman

Reality is like this

There but only for a moment

Just long enough to make your throat wonder

Will you choke on the heavy vapor?

Or breathe in the delicate mist with satisfaction?

Only you can choose