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Perceptions

Sights Sounds and Smells
Senses, serene and sensual
Perceptions of pleasure and pain of horror and love
As cruel as the Jay and as pure as the Dove.

From the delicate aroma of the babies first fart,
to the stench of grandpas,
which he turned into an art.

Sibilant flapping,
flaming flatulence.
Excruciating pain in my ears and my nose!
I wish that Ass Hole would just shut up.

The sweet smell of sweat
telling of exercise and sex.
dripping from my brow.
my whole body is wet
as I lunge and luxuriate in the essence of wetness.

The cacophony of Rails as I stroll by their pond
or slowly progress down the meandering trail
or listen from the boxcar as I'm riding the rails.

Memories of perceptions.
I could go on and on.
Crying or cheering as they compete for attention.
There will allows be many which I fear to mention.