Sometimes I want to lit a cigarette
I want to ride on the first puffy cloud
To observe what’s going on down there
To inhale the little wonders —
Riding on my tiny puffy cloud I see
Tiny little people arguing with each other
Or don’t talking with each other at all
Just wondering about life —
At night my cloud appears like a mirror
It absorbs the bright light of the Sun
Like the Moon it reflects the mannerisms
The dark side of the tiny people —
At dawn my puffy cloud turns red
Full of shame of what it saw for the last hours
All those cases of wonder and horror
Sometimes laughter and pride —
Smoking my cigarette till Sun salutes me
Birds landing on my puffy cold hand
Butterflies surround my blown-up mind
It’s time for me to sleep.
© Dominik Alexander / 2022
