silent persecution clings to me
runs it’s black-grimed fingers
through my ratted hair
braiding the fetor
of an unwashed chain smoker
in every fervid fingering.
rabid discrimination leaps at me
springs in coiled attack
from the matted fur
of the mangy pup
who gamboled, errant
in odiferous putrefaction.
perennial iniquity
shoots up through pliant loam
of my future pansy bed
dislodging well-manicured
cultivations, as a mischievous mole
who, rising, shakes itself
covering me in inky petrichor.