City Life

I can feel the breeze through the window

but there are no feelings in tow.

All I want is the fresh air but it has been eaten by us.


If I go outside all I will find is noise

Noise that unsettles me

A car passes

The noise leaves

only to be replaced by a different me.


I smell trees

then shoes

Then sewerage

then food.

The perfume of an attractive woman

back to feet

Did someone fart?

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