serge gurkski
Mitglied
Sand-be-wiched between two voluptuous
Southermn European women, while
stepping out of the metro, Serge
suddenly realizes the sagging
corners of his worry
mouth, which he tries of wipe off with
with both his forefimgers, as he thinks:
carp gills! His nose is sniffling
the throng of swapping odors,
female sweat, the tang from bared arm pits,
soap with olive oil, rose perfume, aroma
of coffee freshly brewed, smell
of warm pastries, all absorbed by
the fetor of a street late for
work on a day in mnoerning heat.
Southermn European women, while
stepping out of the metro, Serge
suddenly realizes the sagging
corners of his worry
mouth, which he tries of wipe off with
with both his forefimgers, as he thinks:
carp gills! His nose is sniffling
the throng of swapping odors,
female sweat, the tang from bared arm pits,
soap with olive oil, rose perfume, aroma
of coffee freshly brewed, smell
of warm pastries, all absorbed by
the fetor of a street late for
work on a day in mnoerning heat.