[068]
04/23/2010 06:31 p.m.

i smell it all amongst your pores,
as oaky bark, bubonic sores,
a musty sweat like printing stores,
a book with words like "porn galore,"
i smell it all amongst your pores.

i smell your pores amongst it all,
as pulling towards a bathroom stall,
as off the sleep the bedding falls,
as teeth like demolitioned walls,
i smell your pores amongst it all.

your pores amongst it all i smell,
unfettered in desire to dwell,
fitted heads and thence to quell
a half asleep ungodly knell,
your pores amongst it all i smell.