Shopping mall on a monday afternoon
Shopping mall on a monday afternoon
Unavoidable-
Only bookstore
With a copy of
Celines' -
Journey into
The end of night"
a prison -
hospital
casino
nursing home
insane
asylum
all balled
into one
dead- zone
The guy
Behind
Me at the
Food court
Spent
The full
Time
I took
To eat
My cajun
Chicken
Chunks
Talking
On his
Phone
About
A brake
Job and
Oil change
I had to
Get out
Of there
Fast because
The thought
Of jumping
Through
A plate glass
Window
Briefly
crossed
My mind
Next time
I know not
To stop
At the food
Court
Just get
book
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