this weekend smells like stale engine oil
turkey grease and lilac blossoms
with a touch of sweaty hockey equipment
waves of cow manure flow airborne
until their music disappears in the rain
that brings new scents of worms
muddy gravel and thirty year old blankets
even the lady bugs smell stepped on
fake new car won't last long down windows
and fresh hay that is just popping out
suddenly I'm smelling rotten cucumbers
and new vacuum tubes and now I know
this weekend has to end on Wednesday
Colin and Co.
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