Do you smoke after...
... well, hmmm, you know. (red faced, but why)
I don't know. I've never checked.
That was the usual gag line response.
Young lads with knowledge gained
From Rat Pack movies, comedy gags,
And lavatory intellectualism usually followed by nervous giggles
An all knowing mass of hormonal nothing
Divided from the subjective objectives of our imaginations
By a mere wall.
Were these conversations taking place there too?
We imagined from black and white
The post conversations punctuated with the orange ashen glow
Spirits of tobacco sensually circling talks of future opportunity
With truths maybe still unknown
Hidden buried deep within
Still
A future now, and it is all changed
Cigarettes are dangerous
And smoking in bed well...
Do you smoke after?
I don't know, I've never checked.
The words remind me anew
From the new blue screens of our silent afterglow.
