Blond Head Girls

by P-Woody

THE train approaches, pushing tunnel air
along the platform where I often sit.
Like a breeze it blows through golden hair
her head bent back and body facing it.
But with the gentle wind comes something else
something bad from near the platform's end.
There is a spot where folks relieve themselves.
The poo and vomit stench is blown downwind.
Aint it funny how a simple action
can result in two distinct sensations.
One grotesque and one of satisfaction
locked in some bizarre association.
Now for me a pretty blond hair girl
conjures up the smell of crap and hurl.

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