by January 15, 2015 0 comments

in the middle
of the shoe shower
dressed in smock.
(why? been busy
and unwilling to miss the thing)

it was
Withdrawal of a smog
(her whiffet of the stuff)
– been too long and boring mostly –
booted crossly
by ’em all

and so
With rebound backwash of the organ and the Monkees
She stared fascinated
She saw the smoke.
And got the beat of it too firmly

Her woe of smooch
was way too smooth for smother
She smouldered then
and turned into the smudge.

editors note:

From smock to smudge, sense is made from Monkees and cross bootings. – mh

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