A
stale-cell by 10 A.M enclosed in discount offers
& tins
of tepid larger, 10 P.M an open wound
red light
display, a raw cavity rotting away
even the
flies have died, an abscess on the way?
The hot-air
whistling wheezing away
all day
like a punctuated lung as
I serve off
the void behind my plastic
cage
waiting for the weekend.
“Buy
1 Get 1 Free a lottery ticket & a bottle of Lambrini!”
A
swelling of shops on every street,
loud
& obnoxious the kind that's cheap,
a
pink decay eating away day by day.
A
modern Gin Lane but cheaper.
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