in a smoky world

With smokes
Of injuriousness I sit apart, astride,
Astute callous smoke goes
Circling around, being immerged
In the celebration of a manhood
Funeral
And I join them…

Smoke smoky smoky smoke
Climbs the hill of experiencesiveness
Of fantasy, frustration of flowers and
Her mother-tree, of emancipation
Of childhood dependence tell me
The story of hardship, of mature dying,
Of wintry fertility…

Fountain and untouched statues
And a secret intoxicating memorial,
Some hidden treasury, monastery, dead
Ivory, wheel of education and lots more
Wither away with the wilderness of smoke
While I sit apart, astride.

Ferocious benevolence of smokes
Ask for acceptance and I laugh!
Laugh and laugh
With each laugh smoke laughs back
Smokes laugh laugh and laugh
Like witty shadow
Humourously alike…
And they all fly away
With the sound of smoky laughter…
Into the stretched mid-day sky
Of typical relaxation!

You sitting apart ask yourself
Will it rain shortly?