Smells of Smoke.

Written on Thursday, October 16, 2008


I love a man who smells like smoke
From burning up and out
Like campfires that struggle to light
But when lit
Bursts into flame
So bright and so strong
It burns the campers
Poking the sparks with sticks
Talking, laughing, and chiding
All the while
Because all they really want is to eat their meal
That fire wants to get lit, and bursts into flames
Maybe scorch the stick-pickers and static pokers
The hunters and the stalkers
Watching from the sidelines
Only ever watching
That big beautiful catch
But settling for the weak leftovers
Survival of the fittest
Is how animals move along
Evolve
Get stronger
And resolve

But these men who smell of smoke and ash and blood and perspiration
Move along with a force that is
Their own
Force of inspiration
Evolution does not apply
For they are not
Organic animals
They do not evolve
Due to others that are weaker
And they never resolve
Because there is time left to live longer

They are forces of nature to be reckoned with
Like the crass campfires
And the combusting volcanoes
And angry tornadoes
And disappointed hurricanes
Natural disasters that are causal to
The survivals and extinctions of the fittest and the weakest
Like rocks in the sun
And the snow caps on mountains

They live longer than the roaches baking in the garbage dumps of humans
They never perish as the sun’s flares are never enough to ignite them