Tuesday, January 12, 2016

TO FEND AROMA



While I nibble 
Grey old thoughts
Sticky and slud;
A nocturnal rodent 
Bigger in size, comes
Huffing in breath
And bit my fingers
Mauling its terminus end

Instantly I pause, by
My longer greasy words.
Sensing his carnivorous act
Wanton, I asked 'me'; by
What precepts he
Sealant his heart
To hex, bewitching
My body and mass

The sooner I dove in
To reason this act;
And I could find 
A bigger opening
Greeting my present,
Not to clove the past silhouette
But to open the present
To fend its aroma

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