sniffing you out
by a rain dog

a relic of the present
we shall all have to take a bath
hoping to gather all the smells
there you were, you were gone
blink of jasmine
sniffing out newness
that shithole past
but once more we have beaten ourselves
blessed sun
soon I will disappear
to this chorus line.

Written May 5, 2001, 3:40 am
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