His putrid stench fills my nose and makes my eyes water.
He grabs my intestines, squeezes my lungs.
Inescapable, unavoidable, his reek robs me of my appetite.
I long for the light to turn.
Loathsome sulfur knows no boundaries, shows no mercy.
How do the farmers tolerate his repulsion?
I wish for the pleasant banality of an odorless voyage, but the road trip has just begun.
Time crawls in his foul presence, seconds stretch into centuries, the red light showing no pity.
Finally, sweet merciful green.
We speed off, leaving him to hijack another victim.
Hours left to go.
From The Listener's Book Club:
ReplyDeleteAulton-I'm mesmerized. Man or not? I'm thinking
Jack H-Love the strong imagery
Nadia-Such great details, Aiden! I can smell him
Thomas-Very rich poem
Brynn-Aiden, my sense of smell is keen too
Pablo-Great poem. Have to wonder it is
Sasha-Great images, Aiden
Jack M-Nicely done
Brielle-I am sorry your stomach was sick
Miller-So into this awesome poem, Aiden. Into really thinking about it. It is great
Joe S-I admire you for your writing
Liam-Good expressed emotions and descriptions
Ruhi-Great visuals
Brendan-Great work
Ryan W-I love it
Kate- Great work