By the Models, Hank? (April 25 X 2)

This poem came from the prompt from Joseph Harker at ReadWritePoem.org. We were to write from the first words we heard after reading the prompt.

Samuel, my almost nine-year-old son contributed the first words: “Think he’s going to find a place to lie down?” as he watched our Lhasa Apso, Hank, find a place to rest. Hank became a person in the poem… it is actually the second time a HANK has appeared in my poetry in NaPoWriMo.

I also used “sausage smell” to open the poem as it was the closing of yesterday’s poem.

Enjoy this journey to… well, you can discern the place for yourself.

Sausage smell is usually
welcome this early in the day
but not here, and not a fermented,
once fresh now not sausage smell
Another round of blistering bile
Boils over, effervesces within

Man in tattered beige turned
brown stained hat asks, “Think he’s
going to find a place to lie down?”
Drawling squint in his aged eyes,
“by the models, Hank?”
Shoulders meet the stained floor

Belches echo through rumbling bellies
Distended from lack of substance
Bundled with an abundance of sour brew
“None of us expected to be here,” he
explained, wondering if he should concoct
another tale or fester another drink, instead

See more progress on: Do NaPoWriMo 2010 (A Poem a day in April)