OLFACTORY 2004

OLFACTORY from =The Sick Raccoon Medicine=
 AUGUST, 2004 (c. Brandywine Press)

THE GRASS STILL BENT WHERE THE BODIES ONCE LIED.
SHOT DEAD BY TONGUE, DEATH BY THE PARALELL OF A MEASURE
WHICH IS,,, MINE.
I'M FEARFUL AT DRAWING PARALELLS AND IT IS FEARFUL MORE TO LIE.
THOSE FOREST DAYS, PROTECTED DAYS
A LIFE DESIRED BY THOSE FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS.
THEY WILL NOT HAVE IT.
CAN NOT QUELL WHAT WAS ONCE,
MINE.
IDEAS SPELL THEMSELVES OUT.
INNOCENSE (eschelons)
THE DENSE FOG SMUDGING IN FROM THE COAST
VAGUE RAINBOWS APPEAR GETTING MUDDLED AT MOST
AND IT IS THOUGHT "UNWHOLESOME" TO THINK;
HOW OUR EARTH REMAINS IN PLACES.
BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN BEACH LAKE FORESTS STILL EXIST.
THEY STILL EXIST AND NOT ONLY IN PICTURES.
WE STAY HOME AND THE CHIMENEY CHOKES OUT BLACK SPEW
PLUMES NOT UNDERSTOOD AS THEY WAFT LOW ACROSS THE NOSE OF THOSE
LAID OUT IN THE GRASS.
LIKE A MANNEQUIN YARD OF SALVAGE
IT IS MY JUNKYARD !
OF FETCHING FEFLLOWS AND SELF IMPORTANT WHORES
OF THE VENACULAR ACTUALIZED
AND MY DISTANCE FROM CHRIST.
OUR POLLUTANTS BEGIN TO BREECH THE FOG
ACROSS PINETOPS AND UPON THE LAWN
THE CHIMENY SHIT AND THE FOG HOLD HANDS
DEFEATING , PENETRATING COLD DEAD NOSTRILS
AS ICE FORMS ON THE GRASS THAT'S BEEN BENT
IT'S NOT HAPPENSTANCE FOR THE ONE WHO IS SENT.
SO BRINGFORTH THE DARKNESS
AS OUR SPEW BLACKENS THE SUN
DEAD BUT HIS WRISTWATCH IS STILL TICKING
AS THE BODIES ARE REMOVED
AND AS THE GRASS REMAINS,,,,,,,, BENT.
c. 2004 Lex Hoebel