Why I Don't Clean My Room

I found her skirt while I was cleaning my room, her black high waisted one that she was always swirling around in. It was all scrunched up when I noticed it, I picked it up to smell if it needed washing.

 

Her smell, it took me in like a fresh breath of ether, I smelt it again.

 

I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of me, in front of the mirror pouting, painting her lips red. I want to say I love you, but I know you’re not there.

 

But I am. Sniffing a skirt ferociously like psychotic pervert.

Reviews

[Jazique]

Interesting little poem, you lost, you caught, and you found me at the end thinking yeah if no one didn't know the meaning behind the skirt you would totally look like a psychotic pervert. Anyways well done.

[Bowers]

This is actually a great write, its interesting, and though short, it is very informative and emotional... nice job!

[Judy]

I liked this poem immensely - your imagery was really fantastic and the fact that you had some idea that you were imagining this whole thing was really cool - almost like Coleridge does in his works - however, in the last stanza, I was disappointed by your feeling that you only thought you were a psychotic pervert

[Cassy Samuels]

Lol...her skirt...nice
twas interesting though you were going psychotic..now i see why you don't
clean your room
Cassy Samuels

[Dhruv Yonzon]

awww!!!! you made me kind of sad but at the end you left me with laughters :) i truly appreciate the humour in last line!!! :)

[tyson]

I'm glad that you got it, thanks for the read!

[VALENTINE]

No prob, or as he would say. Piece of Lydia cake lol.

[VALENTINE]

Brilliant, very brilliant and honest witch i rare for us guys. I reminded me of bukowski's early stuff. Loved it.

[tyson]

ohhh man, you hit my sweet spot bringing up bukowski. Big, big fan! appreciate the kind words

[Epipsychologist]

Ha. I found this funny, not in a mean way. Just the last line. Nice write. The essential idea is well expressed, and the end line is set up by the third section (where as readers we aren't sure that she isn't actually in the room yet, watching you sniff).

[tyson]

Not at all, i'm glad you found the humour in it! Not to sound conceited, but I always have a little smirk when I read that line. It's my little reminder not take life so seriously. Glad you liked it, man

[FlatLineBeauty]

Very interesting. Wouldn't say that sniffing her skirt was perverted though. Sometimes you just wanna take in the scent of those you love. With past boyfriends I used to love sleeping with their shirts I would either wear it or put it on my pillow just to smell them. It is a think of comfort. Good write. xo Winter

[tyson]

I know, I know, I was just so taken by it. It really did take my mind elsewhere. But when I came back and realised I was standing in the centre of a silent room, smelling a skirt all alone.. well I had a little chuckle. It was comforting though, I felt like a little child again, all snuggled up next to my mum. It was strange, but it gave this piece and I am glad that you enjoyed it! Thank you

[FlatLineBeauty]

You are welcome bud. Anytime.

[zainul]

You didn't hide anything.
You tried to smell the pheromone in her skirt like a male butterfly that is attracted to a female butterfly.

[tyson]

I had severely underestimated the power of smell, that's for sure!

[zainul]

I am sure you have applied the concept with much sincerity.
Please read the following article to perceive what magic lies in pheromone.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_pheromone

[tyson]

I will, thank you!

[zainul]

You are most welcome,dear friend.:)