Rhyme of the Lonely Smoker

The lonely smoker
hums a melody
as the rings of smoke
beat a macabre rhythm.
Don't expect it to be a melody
for the wind blows ashes
onto his lonely little nose.

The lonely smoker
strides along with the
brown long cigarette
like a flute or
perhaps a walking stick.
Don't assert your pities
for he rules his own world.

The lonely smoker
forms the clouds
that rain the sweet monsoons
with the LED lightening
and the controlled thunders.
Don't blame the rains
for scorpions have no king.

The lonely smoker
sits by the full moon
and listens to the nonsense parables
while the sun dances
over the kingdom of Kaveri.
Don't blame his lethargy
for the full moon is a misnomer