foul breath

kamikaze kane:
he wore leather, he went, fast–
wore a pinky ring.

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if you ignore it,
it thickens and tangles and
trips your smooth stride

if you match faces,
stand at-nostrils, in place? then
you've foul breath to hide.

my idea

how did I get here?
I think someone stole my wheels;
my shoe leather's worn

last I checked, you'd gone
made away with my bus pass–
right. my idea.