BBQ sauce left in the car
weeks pass and it left a scar,
but the smell reminds me of Royal Farms.
Might need to revise these bars…

Hidden between the seat and the console
mind drifting to memory’s console.
Usually it’d be gone, fast decay
but the one that left my soul
I’ve missed ‘till present day.

Tenders’ aroma; im stuck in Maryland
dreams in place,
fell into the past again.

Played cool this vague fool
a zoned companion wasting fuel,
hypocritical news:
you became my muse.