When you walk into the crowded café
You think that everyone notices you
That their heart rate increases a little
That they feel a small stirring down below
That women want you, men to be you
Excerpt from ‘A Cloud of Smoke‘ by Paul Conneally
Read the full poem at Poets Media ‘A Cloud of Smoke’
Giant Glove – Yew Trees ft Little Onion
Giant Glove ‘Yew Trees – The Mixes’ out on Spotify, AppleMusic etc.
Burn The Water 
The b & w picture reminds me in form and content of photographs by the American photographer, John Coplans. Fabulous! Music too, Paul. Thanks!