Mis-arrangement of Flowers

One last contribution in my role as Flâneur there were roses in the bottom of a rubbish bin on main street down in chelsea the wrapping paper informs me they've never been inside a vase as I was butting out a cigarette on the metal-edge of the bin I wondered why they were discarded still tightly … Continue reading Mis-arrangement of Flowers

a private eye

naked on decking the heat of middle day unravels layers renders them unnecessary in this seclusion wearing a cigarette I gaze into the double-storey across the road through the street-facing window to the corner upright of a stairway people walk up bounce down engaged with domesticity they do not know I exist that I watch … Continue reading a private eye