Cigarettes Poem by Butch Decatoria

Cigarettes



The bowl of a glass ashtray
on the night-stand
is brimming with cigarette
butts and burnt tobacco.

This is what wasted
time looks like.

Grey songs
of a caged bird:
ashes and cigarette butts.

Cigarettes
Sunday, December 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: cigarettes,depression,time
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Butch Decatoria

Butch Decatoria

Olongapo City, Philippines
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