I just flicked this cigarette
all the way over the wall
and into the courtyard
of the property across the way.
it was totally reaction
as I was writing,
yet I promised a woman
just yesterday, that I wouldn’t
do that anymore.
I feel bad now
and wish I had
a cigarette fishing pole.
I guess I could
go down there
jump the wall
and get it myself.
I don’t think I will though
because its not about
that one cigarette
its about giving myself
a little grief
write a brief
poem about it
or something
in order to move towards
a change in I behavior
because
- I understand
- I promised
- The only reason I did it
was because it was easy.