He smells like his life:
weary smells of
whiskey and leather,
the dead stink of
too many cigarettes,
the mingled perfumes
of many lovely women,
the dark, sticky
whiff of lust and ***
the acrid stench of
cordite and ******
the copper reek of blood,
the honest sweat of work,
with just a hint of ink
and **** thrown in.
This effluvium may not
be sweetly attractive
or call to butterflies
and hummingbirds,
but it is the aroma
of a life lived alive.
~mce
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
He smells like his life:
weary smells of
whiskey and leather,
the dead stink of
too many cigarettes,
the mingled perfumes
of many lovely women,
the dark, sticky
whiff of lust and ***
the acrid stench of
cordite and ******
the copper reek of blood,
the honest sweat of work,
with just a hint of ink
and **** thrown in.
This effluvium may not
be sweetly attractive
or call to butterflies
and hummingbirds,
but it is the aroma
of a life lived alive.
~mce
A challenge.
