writing on and images of everything from playing the bagpipes to buying condoms, set in places as diverse as versailles, bettyhill, hackney, eurodisney, havanna, dundee and boots.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

aurora alopex

In every car hangs a cardboard tree,
pine odour pours out of our passing window.
An urban fox knows what he sees,
and smells acid on the curving breeze.

posted by aurora alopex at 6:16 AM

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