Friday, April 15, 2011

Dilli ki Hava

there is shit in the air
and when the breeze blows it's like getting a shit facial
the flavour of the breeze coats my windpipe
a thick coat of shit i can almost swallow
sometimes it's urine
pungent like knitting needles through my eyeballs into my brain
tickling my tear glands but not enough
giving me a dull headache like cigarette smoke but not quite
the smell of old ammonia and something worse

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