Adherical Lyrical

I thought for a while trying to find some music related topic I wanted to talk about, but never really found anything. So, being that I have recently been in a, “Hey! Let’s write some stupid poetry” mood, I figured I’d just post one. So here is…Fragrance: Unknown. Enjoy and see you next Sunday with something a little less ridiculous.

Fragrance: Unknown

Inside the ventilation
And underneath the seats
Deep in all the cushions
A hidden smell retreats

I called upon my senses…
Asked them,
“Identify it please!”
It broke down my defenses
That’s when,
I put up fragrant trees

Cinnamon now covers all,
I guess I’d say it’s better,
Still the smell comes back to call
Whenever there’s hot weather

What’s the deal!
Half vomit,
half Thai food?
I can’t enjoy my music
when I’m trying not to spew.

Finally, it happened,
As I knew it would transpire.
The only way to clean my car
Was to light it all on fire!

I leave the charred remains
Sweating from the heat.
And though I’m no where near the flames
some familiar smell my nostrils meet

Have I lost my mind?
For this simply cannot be.
Was I really quite so blind
as to not know the smell was me?

Eagerly Awaiting


Comments

2 responses to “Adherical Lyrical”

  1. Nice poetry Eagerly Awaiting, and especially fun for me, as I think I’ve been blessed/cursed with a hyper-sensitive sense of smell (and remember my post on Olfactory Nostalgia!?)–so I’m picking up what you’re layin’ down and really enjoying your words.

  2. BRAVO.
    smell is an interesting thing. the different kinds of smells, the different kinds of reactions we have to certain smell. “invisible architecture” if you will. taking up space, creating space. surprising us. astonishing us. personally i like the smell of body odor. not like flatulence, but the old barrel smells of a day old unwashed armpit. back in the day it wasn’t entirely uncommon for a woman to take an apple and rub it round her under arm to absorb personal identification and then send the apple off to a distant husband. upon reaching its destination this perishable mail art would unlock all sorts of memories. compare that with our contemporary world of deodorants, lotions, and perfumes. ha. who are we trying to fool!

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