by the Cheshire Cat
and the clouds of wispy fantasies
spin and manifest
into half-realised delusions... illusions.
She's watching this display
of feigned nonchalance and bravado
and she can only wonder.
Where is the beauty in painting
your lungs a sticky, murky shade
of charcoal black?
nicotine blushes by the Cheshire Cat
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Words: 52, Published: 11/1/2003