Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Smoke

"...with worries, that I will miss her one day..."

Smoke

I adore the smoke of a cigar
with a cup of expensive liquor
to relax my mind and spirit down
from over thinking without an end
I follow the smoke of a hot bath
when I see the hot water slide off
her bare flesh slides down the tub
with worries, that I will miss her one day
I get scared from watching
black smoke in my homeland
because I know that people die
below and it creates a funeral in a feast






Article © Ahmad Al-Khatat. All rights reserved.
Published in the March 11, 2019 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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