Ashtrays Sinking
Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2011 @ 09:12:42 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: BTripleL22


Tobacco smoke lingers,
A freshly crushed cherry smolders; pollutes.
Laughter from afar,
Across from the vestibule.
Heads turn, uneventful.
Back to the task at hand.
Eating.
Smoking.
Idle Conversation.

Small Talk.
Eavesdropping causes cancer.
Cancer of the ears.
A hand reaches for the salt.

An ashtray falls to the floor.




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