Jude walked up to the stage with eager anticipation. This was his first open mic night. He invited Clemmy to listen and he was nearly sweating through his scarf.
“Hi, my name’s Jude. I would like to dedicate this spoken word gem to my dearest Clemmy…….. my patchouli muse,” he said with a bit of shake in his voice.
“I call this one, My Smell. I hope you enjoy.”
my smell, my unique smell
it transforms the smeller into a state of hip-bliss
it lingers after I walk by, providing a cloud of truth
a truth unmasked by a four day layer of dank, warm, mossy-like ambiance
letting you know my beard is real,
my thoughts are 30 years before my time,
my vinyl is legit,
my jean shorts are cut-offs and the scarf matching denim.
my smell, so unusual, so me, so what you want to be
patchouli shampoo………my shower muse