Neon lights that confront the darkness
with words of the saviours delayed yet
assured return, flicker from above.
Deep fried chicken clouds
find my nostils tempting the senses.
Trains scream in tiredness as the pass over.
They are strangers to all citys- drifters.
Mango boxes create pedestrian
obstacle courses, much to the amusment
of the over energetic children.
Chewing gum mosaics- street art.
Even in the darkness the desire is there;
to see through the walls of distraction.
There are poets and poems
on every street corner.
They are trapped inside playstations,
and their desire for designer trainers.
Not Long Left
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