hook, line and smoke

I just flicked this cigarette
all the way over the wall
and into the courtyard
of the property across the way

it was totally reaction,
as I was writing,
yet I promised a woman
just yesterday, that I wouldn’t
do that anymore.

I feel bad now
and wish I had
a cigarette fishing pole.

I guess I could
go down there,
jump the wall
and get it myself.

I don’t think I will though
because its not about
that one cigarette

its about giving myself
a little grief.
write a brief
poem about it
or something
in order to move towards
a change in I behavior

because
1. I understand
2. I promised
3. The only reason I did it
was because it was easy.



©2000 by Yosh