Sydney whacks the olfactory bulb,
Miasmic sickly sweetness from headstrong hedonism.
Redolent redolence of drug laced pee, latent sold sex.
Subtle undertones of bloodstains,
Gun shell residue.
Bordered by leaching belched diesel,
Dark sunnied sun off poly-suits of rabid new money lusters.
Brissy, dissatisfied by own brand,
Deflects it with layered add-ons.
Whiffs a waft of yesterday’s sunscreen,
Stale spilt beer,
Hydro-canister blasted sweat.
Traced with blow-by of blow-in backpacker BO,
Enroute to Cairns, north, south coast (anywhere else).
Perth’s stench is smugness
Trailed by dried salty breeze,
A push bike ride too far from the sea.
Sunburned metal tangs
Off decal bonneted new cars.
Scent subsists of unsatisfied saffers
Still idolising idealised origin.
Adelaide smells…
Vague, niffs blocked at sinus.
Locals, confused by origins, lineage,
Emit little.
Hire-car head for the Hills to catch its terroir.
Late harvest chardonnays,
Must off socked-sandles (worn on subsequent Sundays).
Darwin’s essence
Tastes of angry beer,
Freshly un-tapped, recently over-consumed.
Mixed with air-conditioning and wet shirts;
Less erotic, nipple excited wear,
More hawaiians, aircon logo polos,
Saturated by rainy self-porings, tropical over-pourings.
Hobart tries to bottle Melbourne’s essence,
Spray liberally ‘cross its four major streets.
Hopes to distract with directions to beautiful extremities.
Plies pure air, pure water propaganda,
Placate fetor of chemo-forestry fumes.
Pongs of precocious pinots
Quell fragrance of fattied over-fed farmed fillets.
Inter-state, fumes float from non-colonial food fairs.
Tongue-fried Thai trumps in Sin-city,
Dharam masala pips pizza in Melb.
Brissie burns bums of no-balled brahman boys.
Hanging biltong for that city, west of Australia.
Darwin makes drinkers choose. Over-salted peanuts, fried crisps.
The little Island barters only chicken-salted batter.
Melbourne’s bouquet, politely pleasant,
As tale’d by locals, trance’d by tram ads.
Cleaning liquid strains emanate,
Hoovering hotel employee hovers you,
Tram trailer, flaying false floral petro-chemical,
Handcloth-ing any handles, you handle.
City desperate for refined reflexion, conditioning itself clean of seedy Sydney.
Under-layers of other fragrances, proliferate.
Unwashed coats from fussy feline dogs,
Pooches proud of pricey pedigrees.
Hand-bagged hounds who know great grandparents,
Forget their place.
Oddly sweet smell of freshly plopped poo,
Over-dieted on greens, un-meaty supplements.
Three stages of coffee, savoured;
The roasted, the sipped, the tablecloth stained.
Costly consumables of cat-bummed Guatemalan worry beans,
Single origin trumpeted by chalk.
Faint body odours of the overdressed,
Olfactophobia arrives, as escaped pongs float by,
Owed to entrenched ex-Queenslanders confusing Euro-chill.
Gold-flecked parfum pheromones
Sway from brown-blacked silked crowns,
Women whose mums knew exotic roots.
Aural and visual assault, hormonal whoop-whoop,
Cardiac cavity pausing normal programming,
Teenage boys giddy-kneed, a tad light-headed
(Not me, I’m married).
©DanielBuckley2022
