Saturday, August 14, 2021

there goes the postmodern strip mall - today's poem

there goes the postmodern strip mall

 

when not in a stupor

stumbling sidewalks

shambling shopfronts

between the nail spa and gym

methadone clinic clients

start selling gratifications  

to swollen-faced gym rats

on hotly contested tarmac

in cars as county officials

pass them on their way

to the happy-ending

massage parlor nearby

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