Cigarettes After Sex

1.

I asked her if she liked,

Cigarettes after sex,

She said,

“Ufff, I hate smoking”

I said, “Wow,

Slow down girl,

I’m asking about the band”

She laughed at the way,

I twisted my words,

With double meaning,

Like a blue devil.

2.

I had painted in her mind,

A picture of us smoking,

After potentially having sex,

But she hated smoking,

And she might hate the sex as well,

I thought to myself,

But that won’t be anything new,

Would it?

All there remains is

Despair,

As an answer to the existential dilemma.

3.

We made mad love that night,

Without strings attached,

And we had a lot of “Cigarettes after Sex”,

Before, during and after it.

4.

Bukowski was right,

Poetry is what happens,

When nothing else can happen,

When all you can do,

Is to try to melt your submission,

Inside the glowing cheap whisky,

From the local bar across the street,

Under the cigarettes smoke,

That makes turbulent motion,

Reflecting the dying neon light.