Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Mornings after in New York

And as the train smelt of aftershave
and fresh hairspray and underarm deodarant
and newsprint and just applied lipstick
and nylons and shoe polish
and all sorts of perfumes
I smelt of cigarettes and beer and other liquors
and stale cologne and semen
probably contracted while leaning on a wall somewhere.

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