City [Tanka]

by silvershoes   Oct 27, 2011


Wet cement wreaks of
newspapers and cigarettes,
but sometimes I catch
a whiff of a man's musk when
he brushes by my shoulder.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Decayed

    I understand that this is about a scene downtown maybe..? Ah, yes, in the city!

    :)

    And it's cold.. winter.. raining.. newspapers and cigarettes are damp and wrecked..

    oh, and you bump into someone's shoulder..

    I love Tankas. They really can express so many ideas and images, and the way this is writen just gives you shivers because of the damp atmosphere.

    Amazing.

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