the things we sniff


the things we sniff ( ffins ew sgniht eht )

petrichoral earth
when the rain falls dry

terror in the eyes
of the muzzled mask-brigade

buns in the oven
bakers up the duff

onions in the pan
after weeping their demise

recycled garbage
parped from the pulpit

doom on the snooze
& the b.b.c’s bullshit

roses up noses
sing a ring o’ death

petals in the breeze
on the wheezing, sneezing air

milk, if it’s off
sulphur from a ghost

cheese in me socks
or grilled on toast

soup on simmer
metal, if we smelt it

farts from the arse
of the croupier that dealt it

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