MEMORIES

i smell the smells again from when i first moved my stuff in here.

in and out of the

loft

for

days

i left the thrown egg to dry on the front window.

3

years

later

I haven’t cleaned any windows at all.

i smell smells from last years autumn fires.  London’s winter comes in

hung with last years spring

thats still

waiting

round the corner

of the house

by

the

blooming

crocuses.

i smell the smells of all the seasons.  some mixed bag of weather

and

air.

putting out red sheets for drying new sun reminds me of last years summer with the insects

everywhere

when 

the right teeth

sunk themselves

in

all

the

right open door wounds.

this is sweet history hanging in the firmament

fragrant

with memories

drifting 

in

the

cigarette smoke.