The (Momentary) Conversion of St Phil

March 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

Taking the first drag

of the morning cigarette,

Phil was walking along

Piccadilly Road on a Monday morning.

 

Traffic was piled up

all down the street,

bumper to bumper

so Phil walked faster

than the cars by his side.

 

All at once,

it happened.

A flash of light,

a cigarette butt flicked

from the window

of a car, hitting

Phil direct

in the eye,

the blackest pupil.

 

‘I’m fucking blind!’

Phil screamed, eye

burning and popping

like a scrambled egg.

 

He rubbed his eyes

hard with his fingers.

‘I’ll never smoke agai…’

he blinked.

His eye was fine.

Light and life

poured in.

 

‘Jesus,’ he said,

‘I need a cigarette.’

 

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