Blurred Breath

Nice to see you posting again, my friend. I like this piece, it's just going to take me a couple go-arounds to grasp the greater meaning of it. Welcome back. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "Johnny was a chemist’s son, but Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H2O, was really H2SO4...."

LTNS, welcome back my friend, hope you're well. Love this, it's so difficult to deal with the olfactory in poetry without it becoming just a long list of similes. Bloody well done. It speaks well to the smothered. I think mercies should be mercy's bletch beltch? cheers, Jess

about stink's that as it continues to hover, its presence becomes less apparent to the tired/overwrought smeller ... till it finally disappears pretty much entirely---at least to the lingering victim. Just don't invite your friends over from afar. On arrival, they'll gets its full force (and prob'ly react accordingly). Thanx, Chuck

not a single dry line or word. incredible.

at my crossing of a busy street on my way to part time immersion in reality there is a grate where warm air rises on the slope down and in winter it smells richly of sewage methane and shit and its not that bad of a smell actually Well it smells like it sort of belongs In the old Welland Canal in the old park in St Catherines I think is a drainpipe where pure white fluid flows ceaselessly into the old limestone walled canal and cemented locks where brown poisonous water too flows swiftly the white water smells just like cutting fluid for cutting metals I dont think its water I think its pure poison it stinks so bad Many children have fallen in and teens slipped in and have been swept away swept under by the currents and like one teen said "Would you jump in there and try to save someone??" I will never forget "that" smell my "sewer" smell is not that bad I will never swim in Lake Ontario again Loved that your poem made makes me think I like your poems very much for this