This one even puzzles me.

I Listen to Sound

Smoke lingers as the moon rises,
and the light wanes for a quarter hour.
Smoke lingers from my cigarette.
Night will soon be complete,
and I'll sleep like this smoke.

The harsh difference
between summer air and air conditioning
irritates me
like the slap from an ex-girlfriend.

I want to laugh, but can't
like the stale taste of dinner's coffee.

However, this is it.
From tip to tip,
ear to ear,
I listen to sound.

I hear my voice searching for my ears.