(more bbq verse novel with thanks to Patrick White; the smell of a man)
his funky armpits and in there my nose
this man's aroma so often covered,
daily showers and antiperspirants
and the fresh wet smell of a man that is
something too, inhale deeply, now breathe out
and the odor of his jogging shoe feet
I can smell fresh showered man on him
needing to ask who he's been with last night
he smiles and he tells all there is to know
so I have stopped taking daily showers
and his nose is between my unwashed legs
both drunk on fortified wine this morning
and the sweetly smell of shit in his crotch
we breathe in the deep aroma of men
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