When thoughts never stop
Moments sometimes tinge
with an off-coloured brown
Like old cigarettes
Or paper that’s been burnt at the sides.
Moments
All white and crisp
Until the flaming end
Of rolled up paper and tobacco
Preys on the corners edge
Threatening to let it all go
Up in flames
Smoke seeps out of the paper plane
Fogs up eyes and mind
It wavers and serenades
Seducing simplicity
A flame flirting my tranquillity.