Friday, 10 June 2011

Complacent


You sit and smile
At people smiling at you
Watching your own reflection
In the coffee shop window.

Your chattered-out thoughts
Are the obnoxious nuisance
That cigarette smoke used to be
Just without the health warning.

Each motion seems full of ease
Although it’s really just you preening
An image so perfectly crafted
But just like the froth in your cup.

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