A cigarette with Sonia as the fan went round and round - Martin Egblewogbe


And so it was.
And it came to pass.
And it was peaceful, being with her.

And the smoke of our burning went up and up
caught up in whorls and spun around
by the blades of the fan turning lazily
in an endless circle.


Long legged cross legged
reclining in the sofa: Sonia;
Across the table with the gleaming top
leaning forward in the armchair: I.

We might have been –
but we were
smoking
and she told me about her son
looking into the future with great faith.

And the smoke of our burning went up and up
caught up in whorls and spun around.


We might have been –
but we were
drinking
and then we discussed
The Church of Law and Finances.

And it came to pass, that
we talked about Impotence
because
a flaccid penis at the very entrance
was a disturbing matter indeed
The powers of Viagra notwithstanding.

And the smoke of our burning went up and up
caught up in whorls and spun around.


We discussed the tyranny
of Pain and Death;
The one opportunity for Power
and Myth, and Society, and Misery.
Then we said, Let’s lighten up!
So bottoms went up and ends brightened,
and the smoke of our burning went up and up
caught up in whorls and spun around.


And so it was.

We might have been friends
bringing the weekend to an end,
But we were
fellow travellers caught in a time warp
and the smoke of our burning went up and up.

In a moment of kindness she offered me her ass;
In a moment of silence I raised my glass
and the smoke of our burning went up and up
caught up in whorls and spun around.


Fellow travellers in this space ship
sharing the loneliness of our private gehenna.
Sonia and I, turning words into thoughts
And thoughts into words:

And the words were caught up
by the blades of the fan
turning lazily in an
endless circle.
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