Sense of the city

The peal of the bell,

reverberations,

clang,

The smell of the city,

The odour of the town’s underarm,

Listen uneasy to the city’s wreckage,

To the plumbed heights,

Taste the fruit, bite in and it powders on your chin green savoury dust – puff,

Squirt of the city, all on your new jeans,

Rings through the sewage’s browns and greens

Thick water ripples, the city runs through

The city’s the spewer that spews up on you.

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