I Started Smoking Again

I started smoking (cigarettes) again. Those damn joints. I found myself going to the mull box first thing this morning, and smoking a cigarette in my dressing gown, in the 6am, still dark, air.

As the true magnificence of the new day dawning, with all that promise of new hope and ways of being, of the promise tolerance and equity for all, what was I doing, smoking a durry and howling at the moon.