Wet hair

I love the smell of people's hair
a greasy centre parting soaked in rain
more beautiful than the smell of a brain

I love the odour of regret
which permeates th'autumnal parapet
it's like the loss of fleeting people I have not met
yet

I love the stink of feathery hats
and mud on sideways welcome mats
the world is full of various smells
much more than I without a nose could ever tell