Gone Giddy Blink

Hypnotised by the hustle,
At sea down swaying streets,
Awash with heavy perfume
And hormone thickened air,

The world sets its crease,
Sets its crease in the fold
That flickers under rain clouds,

Sets standards yet unmatched,
Patched denim kerbs
And car horns,

A bricolage of movement,
A shimmering zoetrope,

A fruit bowl filled with peaches,

A gone giddy blink
At dusk.

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