- Mental Junkyard… mind the dogs

going to the city	Jul 2nd, 2008 3:52:01 am - Subscribe
When I go to the city Its to purge the smell of eucalypts and wood smoke From my memory and replace it With grit, dirt and something else… I need to remember why I’m not here. When I go to the city, I need to smell The bad breath coming from the trams The stink of rage The apathy that leaks from every pore of The crush around me, I need to smell vicinity. I need to smell urine And shit And booze And stress And overuse And waste And forgetting And losing And wishing And hoping… I need to smell dreams being born And death. When I go to the city, I forget the exhilarating Permanent marker smell Of fast car petrol And late night binging. I need to forget my own smell lingering Amongst the people I brush against When I’m out of my mind. When I enter the city When the city enters me I need to block out its pheromones And not fall in love.
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