I have seen marble tombstones and numb cremations
and I have felt nothing different from an afternoon of beaten spine and hidden acceptances.
I have seen factories in night lights
and they seemed mostly like a hungover conifer.
I have seen bums creating absences with their uprooted audacity
and that was no other than a handicapped tiger looking for a swift prey.
This place brings the darker part of the evenings all of a sudden…
I am sleeping on the white floor and I am drunk and making dumb shapes with my fingers…
There are cold beers and beautiful women on the other side of this sliding tunnel,
I just need a push from a kind stranger.

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Photograph: Myles Gough.