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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Thursday, March 10, 2016

olfactory

Something of a ripened burning smell
lingering from...
i'm not sure where.
It licks at me, relentlessly.
Drifting out of the shadowed corner of every childhood closet it came to me.
Clinging to the remnants of my adolescent ramparts.
So sure we were in the reckoning.
But it was swept up in something....

a smokey mist

a soft gasp

existing 'tween solid and gas

But so heavily it hangs on my steering parts.
How still it takes it's hold.
I am powerless to the tortured grin of the past
but a slave is made of every master.


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