Thursday, September 18, 2008

poem of the day; charcoal

the scent of charcoal
lingers
like the clouds from the night before
yet it isn't my charcoal
it is the neighbor's
big city neighbor
i experience envy
not the insidious kind
the food kind
i want to have what they're having for dinner
yum
odor, scent
such a powerful phenomenon
like a reminder of something from childhood
olfactory lobes
do i even understand what that is
i've decided
throughout my life
i am not a scientist
i am an artist
has this thinking
stopped me from things?

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