The smiled as she saw The same nut up A personal size grocery And head aisle two
She smiled because This guy would With his basket full of Lock and hold freshener and deodorizer
a deodorizer that works On the same principle as a bug push down on a button And it fills the with a scented fog
The man would buy only Five or six cans at a He'd been coming in for about weeks now
Sometimes he would in twice a week He seemed like a guy He was kind of balding in his mid a black leather jacket
And he was so damn dusty Something soft his features [Incomprehensible] makeup but it was really just He paid a twenty and said thank you and left
The man returned He took the glade the worthless little plastic sack He one on the rug, one on the end table One on the window sill, one the TV One by the air
This seem unusual Except for the fact that his apartment Was filled with them
Every on every surface He he had about sixty of them in all Each one's nozzle's at the ready
He sighed and opened a He started to push the lock And buttons on the canisters
filling the room Working his way the dining room into the den Each room filling a multi-scented fog
bloom, evergreen Misty rose, lemon Regular and
Potpourri, oak, petunia mist, musk, hazel wood Irish nights, sandal wood, rain
Country kitchen, prevention blossom, Indian summer And candle
Calmly he sat on the his beer and closed his eyes Calmly he sat on the Spilt his and closed his eyes