Airplane poem / Burning cigarette in February cold

By Tohm Bakelas


Airplane poem


seeing civilization like ants

and buildings like cardboard boxes

makes me cherish

moments of disappointment

and letdowns

and heartbreak

and magic of real romance

and feelings of significance

because through it all

one way or another

a gravestone is involved

or depending on the stomach

a wake or a funeral

and lonely nights at bars

filled with exes

and failed attempts

of moonlit slow dances

brings more hopeful prospects

than the current situation

because even

a broken compass

leads to




you just

have to wait



Burning cigarette in February cold


I always

liked the way

street lights

shined off

the rainy road

and the way

a lit cigarette


from a moving car

onto the still blacktop

shooting orange sparks


an ever-changing


I reminisce

these images

as I roll

a burning cigarette


my fingers


the fire




Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. 

Facebook: @Tohm Black

Instagram: @flexyourhead

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