Blowin' Smoke

In the beginnning
there was nothing
and God looked down and said,
"Oh wow man, Deadsville."
He scratched his goatee,
pulled a cig from his breast pocket,
patted his hands on his body.
"Anybody got a light?"
And there was light.
God sat back,
blew smoke rings and tapped his ash.
Galaxies spun away and nebulae blossomed.
"Way cool, Daddy-o!"
Stars burned, rock solidified.
And God said,
"Whoops, better get an ash tray..."