TINNED
AREA
Menace in a
supermarket coming to a store near you,
all of it now
in real surreal experience.
Now I hide as
my mind descends to that of a child
like depths
where only an innocent’s night terrors dwell.
I build a hide
of tins on the shelf to keep eyes
of physical
terror out of my view.
Yet they see
me behind my Heinz 57 beans,
sense my
presence as they rape my mind.
Defenceless
yet again this is my lot as I hide
in the dark on
a narrow shelf in a supermarket.
Crazy spectres
are the only customers, me the only purchase.
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