Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Being Sniffed


This hereditary mutation of heredity
induces excessive excretions of more of ones.
Self esteem.
[noirozetorimechiruamin]
Thinking by others it is put off poor hygiene.
Mixed with the smell of rotting fish,
mixed sightseeing you noticed since missed.
Do you remain unattached?
You recall that you recommend to heredity.
This traumatic childhood continuing experience.
Brings between mild then harsh mental influence,
whispered many by in school they said.
Shame and perplexity,
and the failure of the experience of Affected.
Try to grasp and hold what I have to contain.
No relationships where no root or tongue is deep.
Because of the smell of rotting fish.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, August 24, 2011
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