prodigal son

This provincial town
of littlerooms and littleideas
of draped views and drab ambitions
of tinyhopes and tinypeople
with polite inconsequential conventional passions
trapped in man-made destiny
of bastard bodies and boring boulevards
apathetic avenues lined with temples of idle consumption.
This decay under world of veneer,
leering beneath each loaded slur.

 


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