timekillin

i am in
melbourne
- or greece
as this is
lonsdale street -
with
the last night
of the earth
poems
a flat white
and the
biggest
most overpriced
"croissant"
with cinnamon
and almonds
and
i am going to eat
it all
even if
it makes me
sick
because hell
i paid six dollars.

i am in
melbourne
alone but one
in this cafe
with these
plastic marble tables
and
these creaky chairs
and
this fridge going
buzzzzzzzzz zz z
and
i'm imagining
i'm not here
because
i could be
anywhere
waiting
for the hours
to slide through
the cracked
lino

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