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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SNAKES AND SHEEP

  We slither and snake in united unison  past the signals and the stations and the beggar with his chanson, trying to get his chance on, clambering to get his way on, chancing his way on into pockets of passengers loosing patience. We slither and snake our manoeuvres  along the carriages of commuters  preoccupied by […]

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