What I like

the image of people with cigarettes in their mouths
without thinking about the consequences to their bodies.
the moss on buildings, and in fountains and dirty swimming pools.
swollen waterlilies and broken branches.
the stripes on bark.
the texture of swamps.
and how we brush past fallen green leaves.
pizza hiding in an old fashioned stove.
crushed up pillows
brickwork.
green orchids with brown spots.
the smell of a crimping iron
newspaper burning
lipstick smudges on shirts.
half eaten biscuits
soaked t-shirts and sand in hair
the bitter sting in our eyes after a swim in the sea
tearing out chicken flesh and peeling its skin
squeezing mops and watching the water pour out of them
that feeling of being hungry after a heavy dinner from lastnight.
people biting things