Star w walked in wearing the smelling
running                sneakers she'd been wearing ; her real name                    is    Serena        
all day        she knows I sniff her                      sneakers that's why she funks them up; I think            she likes me I              running                          around doing errands &
going to the gym              then a quick run  v b        efore she comes      into work; her feet smelled                        like a burning building & I
dived                    into the burning         flames; she
*****  as she so warily prepares
to give me a good burst of funk;
:..:.:.:..:
hands them to me in the cloak room; would           a stripper date a poet
she had to put                  on her stilettos in the dressing room
& her bare feet              always became filthy            walking across the ***** floor; b the end of the
she'd wipe her feet w/ a wet towe            l before pulling      on her stockings; if he's go money, why not
                   then                she'd strap up             she shocked me by having retractable              antennae                  her strappy              heels &  walk out onto the stage the swirling lights changing colors & as well               as able sweat poured
    In the      days before deodorant      women stank like **** & men didn't even want to **** them; until they were               nearly dead    s      drunk                         down her body                 ***** drawing in the big player                   s &                           high r            .                    ollers shooting        craps        & blackjack         in the neon                                night on the veranda overlooking                       the bay; hidden from sight b
              no boat lights o       no girl is more      beautiful than the smell of her feet             f smugglers                              slipping t                     hrough the black watery night;                     Dallas comes on to relieve Star & I'm in the back
                     sniffing the ******* funk              out of her musty sneakers;
 by the end of her night             , her stockings are in                         ruins  
      &stink of sweat; she discreetly
           ***** them up & passes them to me to sniff while I write nnnn                     there's                   no joy                  like it as e    ndorphins burn a       odes sonnets                   hole in the vacant brain: I breathe             the funk of wom                     en's feet as if were                        as tangible as stone;