Damp Laundry

Mom and damp laundry
Despite new products, incensed:
The skid marks remained

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Three Word Wednesday:  Damp, Incensed, Skid

…and your second helping (hope you already ate dinner!):


The new apartment was spotless:
Creamy carpets calming, yet daring any mud
to tread or trespass.

Spacious closets; bathroom, a religious experience.
We moved in, delighted to have found
a small space offering big comfort.

Then I stepped into the hallway
shared by a dozen apartment front doors.
Smacked in the schnozz by a complicated, rank odor.

Some good:  Spices, worthy chefs working ethnic magic.
Much more body odor… culturally acceptable
where the bodies originated, harking back to my East Side days.

Worst – cigarette smoke sneaking out to play hookie,
curling, wending its way from under some front doors.
Lingering like a London pea-souper, toxic fog.

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
ABC Wednesday – R, and Poetic Asides, “Telling it like it is.” Also at my poetic home-away-from-blog, Poets United!