Smoke Rings by Mike Williams 01/27/2016 @ 8:20 A.M.

Smoke rings around my finger, 
Deep in pensive thought am I. 
Coffee stains upon paper sheets, 
Where my feeling scribed now lie. 

Pearls of words strung together, 
Recount images of distant meorable past.
Bleed together in hazen vision, 
By mood and moment now cast. 

A feeling of gutted emptiness, 
Evoked by each I scrawl. 
What is purged and paged, 
Is but smoke rings after all.