Deep, dark and dirtay.

Once again, I find myself not having much to blog about, so I'm going to have to recite- or is that cybercite?- one of my poems. I wrote this one a week ago...

Stuck in a hole of muddy remnants,
Destruction seeps to join the rancid concoction.
As the pungency sherberts and gobs,
it spills onto the pristine surface.

The cotton dreads lick up the sludge,
a sweet smoke wafts and weaves through the nasal disaster.
Stains locked in,
to eternally taunt.
Ghost-like odors,
hang in limbo.

By the time the note is read;
the drifting senses leave no trail.

*disappears into the night*