Thursday, October 27, 2005

Midnight Flowers

Dog days of summer
I can smell 'em
thick organic crud
shimmering heat
the whole world smells like
old hide glue
just a hint of
midnight flowers
nicotania drifting over stench
fighting it out with decay
it smells like mortality
oddly comforting

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