Fumes

With a swift flick of a thumb,
I set the eye to burning slowly away at its own flesh.
The water-spotted windows rolled partially down,
Familiar tunes drifting lazily in and out and around,
Plumes of sweet smelling grey rise slow and twist into columns,
Fingers go numb, body gets fishy,
And the relief of it!
My mind like a bright balloon, up up up into azure sky,
For one moment, the swamp of responsibility,
The neverending mire of flies and gnats gnawing vicious,
Gone.
I know,
My poor alveoli, charred and crumbling,
I know,
Destruction, damnation, cancer and carcinogens.
Smokes weaves its way out the window,
My breath mingles with clean sky,
I smile and snuff out its life.