Refreshing

Refreshing

these old men 
decrepit old men 
one 
now dead 
the other one
shuffling
himself
to the grave 

these 
decrepit 
professed worthless
old men
more burdensome
than in youth
yet 
refreshingly 
honest 
straightforward 
in their wants 
and needs 

these old men 
poor and odorous
from empty
laundry jugs
stale cigarillos 
animal filth  
sink baths 
and spent
tv dinners
festering
in the waste can
for far
too long

these old men 
their honest odors
crisp
clean
cool
refreshing 
breaths of fresh air 
compared 
to the ones 
with the same 
wants and 
needs  
disguised   
in clean clothes 
and carefully calculated
spritzes 
of dime store
colognes 
and perfumes

these decrepit
old men
with refreshing
honest odors
devoid
of the lure
of the lightly
scented
fake fragrances
of the rest

these 
sometimes rank
old men 
flawed 
imperfect 
in their own ways 
yet 
refreshingly 
malodorous 
in the simplicity
and plainness
of their wants 
and needs 

their 
honest   
odors 
never blamed 
on my 
sense of smell 

these decrepit
old men
decrying
lamenting
their worthless
ignorant
of the most valuable
lessons
the honesty
in their vulnerability
have taught

simple 
raw
decrepit men 
with wants 
and needs 
as simple 
as bare  
as a poem 
dismissing 
the detours 
through
clouds or flames 
forests or fields 
heaven or hell 
to make its 
simple 
fucking 
point