The trails of clouds loomed over blue skies above.
The stink lingered in the air without the love.
It was metallic and had that junkyard smell.
I did not like awakening to that chemical hell.
That morning’s event is not as bad as you think.
There is ‘Richstink Stinkiness’ at work that truly did stink.
Other co-workers confirmed his great, foul stench.
One month ago with my teeth tightly clenched.
My hands covered both my mouth and my sad nose.
That mini-lunch room needed fresh scented rose.
The morning of January fifth, oh six
was no better than his smell we could not fix.
His eye color is a light and livid blue.
I saw from my desk what seemed to be so true.
There was a small slit just below his right eye.
He changes his contact. I cannot deny.
He sweats profusely each time he is near me.
He does not know that there are angels too see.
After a few days from last’s month lunchroom stink,
he upgraded to his cleaner shirt of pink.
He drives in one of those large, black SUVs.
He could be one of those agents watching me.
A photo of January sixth, oh six
showed more blue skies without any magic tricks.
There stood two blessings without the slightest frown
upon a hilltop so dry and prickly brown.
Revised on 07-09-2006 02:58AM…
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