Smoking Shakespeare
The smoke from my cigarette
drifts in a lazy curl,
Shapes start to appear
as i watch it rise and unfurl,
Look,a stallion
racing towards the sun,
And there, a Noble knight
meeting his maiden won,
There’s a dancer twirling
on her toes,
as the tip of my cigarette
burns and glows,
I watch the characters
as if on a stage,
acting out a Shakespearean page,
Look,there’s Proteus
and Ophelia ,too,
And poor Othello,
deceived and fooled,
I watch as puck
bespells the wrong eyes,
And the Fairy Queen
with a jackass lies,
It’s like a dream
upon a midsummer’s night,
There’s Hamlet,
Juliet,
And my favorite,
‘Twelfth Night’
Then the players bow out
as my cigarette burns down
And I return to reality
with a smile and a frown…
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