The Big Lebowski

I sense a fragrance rarely smelled –
In flower shops or fields -
Infrequently on ferries
Much rarer in these yields

Inebriate of air – am I –
And devotee of brew
Reeling – through endless summer days—
And sometimes, Mountain Dew

Landlord’s evicting, back due rent
And I’m out the door
Enough of his incessant drums
I won’t live here no more!

The graduates might throw their hats
And rappers grab their junk
But I will keep on worshipping
The sweet smell of the skunk.

Author notes: Patterned on Emily Dickenson's I taste a liquor never brewed I taste a liquor never brewed (214) Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886 I taste a liquor never brewed — From Tankards scooped in Pearl — Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro' endless summer days — From inns of molten Blue — When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door — When Butterflies — renounce their "drams" — I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats — And Saints — to windows run — To see the little Tippler Leaning against the — Sun!