The Smell Hound

Chirping from behind the refrigerator

door, degrees varied in warm bodies

& pitching luck caught in garbage cans.

Concession made for larger skeleton hands.

There is either feeling good or feeling bad

or running with explosives duct taped

to your legs, circling around brick buildings

& glazed over by practicality.

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