Saturday, March 16, 2019

666 Hope Avenue

"666 Hope Avenue" by Holy Godfrey
That new house smell
has long faded__
drifted away to more deserving
abodes, to noses that cheer
the heart and tame the mind
That hope smell
no longer waft from my chimney
It lies dormant, burried in shoot
with roots hard to uproot
Copacetic the view
yet like dirty dishes in a sink
We waste away in a ship that
just won't sink
That first love smell
has all gone foul__
Drains clogged with unopened regrets
pipes frozen by icy silence.
Pent-up contempt hoarded
in greasy hearts,
hate spattered backsplash
evidence of a spoiling
broth.
That lost smell
has invaded my home
faith dying within her walls daily.
That basement stench has taken over,
failure pickled in sadness,
the moldy overbearing stench
of unused life slowly
rotting into
divorce.

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Holy Godfrey is an aspiring poet born in Thika Kenya. His work has been published in several anthologies. His poem "Rivulets" is also featured in Ayo Gutierrez's book "Yearnings" He currently resides in Boston Massachusetts with his wife and three children.

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