Details details, trotro
Memories on smells that lingers
A dead fish, a smoked fish
An invasion of my nostril
Must I be tortured through
This journey home, I plead thee
Squeezed on both sides
Smell that engulf like physical approach
Chocking on each breath I take
Must I be tortured for my peswa
Oh but who would be brave
To vent a comment, a hero
Come out of the cowardly stay
And say something, say something
Like must we suffer this torture
Of lingering smell, dead fish, smoked fish
Something odd that smell, so funny
Invading my personal space
My nightmarish voyage
On the trotro with smell
You certsainly don'ty make it sound appealing!
ReplyDeletesmiles...when heading home i want to smell home, not some dead fish...we were at a picnic yesterday and someone had dumped a fish in a bush by the tables...it was a nasty smell for sure...
ReplyDeleteDefinitely sounds unpleasant to me. The smell of dead fish is nasty.
ReplyDeleteHi again, original and stimulating work - has real vivacity, which is no easy thing to pull off... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteWith a smell like that it is hard to think of anything else. I can hear the desperation!
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