Seattle, c. 2018 (a poem)

Because this is what the Seattle area smells like now…

Rank and rusty
deep and dusky
moldy and musky
a sweet, and slightly rancid, aroma
lines the street on my way home

Soon I’m thinking up words
like snugglewurtz and thrumblebummy
to accompany phenomena
that will someday be discovered in my name
despite my never having set foot on the premises

For those of you who have not been following the story
I don’t get high

I don’t like to engage in snugglewurtz
or get thrumblebummy
until after dinner—
and definitely not
when I have to get up early the next morning

(25 June 2018)