Nostril damn mess

• Posted by: matthew harris
• Created: December 17, 2016
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The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell 

   can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked

I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous 

   acrid odor rankled olfaction tract

entire sinus cavity, yet amazingly enough isolate 

   this offal nose not so gay circumstance, when aye kept sacked

a raw egg - perhaps intended and/or meant 

   for significant assignment - which found me quacked

up beyond all recognition - unsure if long over due project 

   by this king of procrastination - which packed

in paper bag bore putrid punch possibly and probably 

   packing panache polluting air supply 

   while this mute student lacked

courage to speak up while in second, third, four, fifth, 

   or sixth grade, which fetid fowl fumes possibly hi-jacked

learning > fostering near flunking, < which acuity co-opted 

   witnessed yoked and hacked

learning patiently taught by Mrs. Rittenhouse, 

   Mrs. Wells, Mr. Stout, Mrs. Shaner or Miss Rinderle 

   respectively, and naturally the classmates cracked

up, and sought means and ways to stymie 

   this shy boy to achieve academic success bracketed

what appeared asthma constant struggle to catch breath - 

   as if a heavy smoker, this warrant no act.

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Tis time for poetic curtain call

to get at meat and potatoes of this fall

tee winter, spring and some er: how 

   unintended science project did install

itself sprung from spoilage ova raw egg 

   buried in the bowels sans me messy kraal

which desk presented a topface linkedin 

   entire contraption, deep within bowl of assigned seat, this mal

odor us issued every instance hinged surface 

   raised arose pestilential soundcloud strong enough 

   to lyft a hefty man to the moon, per such offal

inducing stern rebuke from voices crowdsource sing 

   within celestial sphere belonging to saint peter or Paul

telling - in shouting biblical verse - 

   to get maintenance man to fix supposed malfunctioning toilet stall

since unbeknownst to anybody but myself, 

   rivaled a Roman vomitorium and pitted 

   as casus belli necessitating one to trawl

amidst shutterfly, SnapChat and springme morass of disarray - 

   evidenced by basin amidst my own bric a brac wall

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finds me zeroing toward crux 

   and source of sordid smell

recalled by this now middle aged man - 

   whose presence thru nearly every grade I tell

found me immovable as Stonewall Jackson, 

   who flinched not, even if another student or teacher did yell 

froze Zen statue like a red mar bull mentally conducting 

   orchestrated explanation - harmonic converging with George Szell

though admission of keeping avast blob of eye stinging, 

   deplorable basked kit petrifaction from hell

incubated in bath of outdated, crumbled failed test papers 

   (MARKED::RETURN AT ONCE), the gross, grisly glop would fell

even the mightiest giants, or invoke immediate revulsion 

   and slay dainty appetite for carnivorous consumption ova Cain Abel!

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