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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