SMELL
SMELL THAT SMELL
He was red from head to toe
Gnarly red Red stubble on face
The door behind which he crouched pulsed
You knew something someone
lay in wait
His grin lascivious yellow teeth
He reeked of hell & frankincense
In the battle that ensued he kept coming
at you Plates flew in every direction
You bashed a few over his red head
And later in a dress of blue on the elevator
at Loblaws you spoke in tongues
Your lipstick MAC Diablo
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Winter 2014
songanddancegirl 
Somewhere near Detroit, Mitch Ryder fixes a tire and smiles!