It's the slow thrill
of a cigarette
in a summer rain storm. The unburnt paper grows grey with wet
before the consuming near-dormant fire can reach it, the ash flies off in funny shapes.
Smoking near water
is clean and dirty at once. It's good and evil
together, proving they can coexist. There's mutual respect
there. You're immersed in liquid relaxation while the chemicals in your blood are begging flight or fight
. Like most things that are slightly schizophrenic, it feels exactly right.
Smoking in the bathtub
is for tortured geniuses
uncomfortable in the accoutrements of sophistication. It's for the despairing or disintegrating decadent
. It's for blue collar soldiers
who only bathe for lack of a shower head, used to cracked porcelain and rusty water.
while bathing is a good way to be reminded
of your soul.