STEALING SCENTS

  I steal scents from strangers, skins skirting a sense of someone else like flowers sent to the wrong address and thoughts lean towards intense, fragrances on the less familiar that feel more personal than these perfumed impostors pilfering my past, more a fancy to my form than a complete composition of theirs, I can […]

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BOTTLED PAST

  It’s outstanding what odours can own, how biographies in bottles can board, how illusions can lie lay in liquids, how subtle scents can be savoured. I sprayed you today on my hands -so cold to caress- from a bottle, a simple bottle, in a shop, a simple shop, in a city that never saw […]

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ME ON THE METRO

  It was this morning and yesterday again,           a smell, a scent, on the metro, in my nostrils,                     a decent into the memory, a revery playing, replaying                  while the crows counted Round […]

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