Found
a loose cigarette
that fell out
of a pack..
into that liminal
dimension
where it laid
for many weeks..
unnoticed by me.
Only to then
find its way
right back.

One problem
though.. already
I have quit.
There’s only
one solution to
this problem..
so it seems.

And my
solution is
that I must
smoke it
right this
instant..
now.

Now it’s
not there
to tempt me
anymore!
Long live
the clown.