The Stink of Life

there's days when I can t stand
the stink of life
people streaming by me
marking up they air they brush
like a streak on the inside
of a bathroom stall

i see them move like underwater
swirls of gripe and crap and stink
spinning out like
whirling drains of dispassion
and disaffection for life

the earth is spongy
unwashed spongy stinking
underneath feet that need a scrape
to rid them of the brown
gravel studded gak that
adheres and melds with
their stinking spirit
its only right
like for like

people swirl like floating
muck in dirty river
estuaries of angst
walking doesn t clean them
stuff sticks like rolling
shit in chunky vomit
it can get dirtier

sometimes I just can't stand
the stink of life.