when I’ve finished this cigarette, I will make my way to the banquet 
travelling across the city in a taxi late in the afternoon 
then I’ll come to a brightly lit dining table 
one by one good friends will arrive, each one of them feeling just a little keyed up 
vivid lights will shine briefly in their faces 
and reflect in the spotlessly white tableware, thereafter 
increasingly dirtied as a day’s sunset sinks in lip-smeared wine glasses 

this scenario is something I read in the smokey haze of a cigarette