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Artificial Addictions

There is hope swirling round neon
Lights. Open says the window of
Our desires

ATM whispers sultry sticky sex
Man stares. Unblinking. A need.
A want that melts plastic. He won't
Be Refused

Spits twenties on his cock
Come again soon, its beeping
Laughter says. He smiles.
Satisfaction Guaranteed

Neon screams with excitement
Flamboyant colors cast into
Rainy nights. Pavement moans
Eating this color

Red sign. Sways on spider
Monofilament line. Dances
Gayly. A familiar friend
Coke

Brown is purity it says
Waltzing all the while.
Bubbly tricks and treats
Beneath cold hard skin

Black Bar-B-Que, smoldering
Baby. A whimper echoes through
Fluorescent aisles. Marked down
From thirty it shouts

Food for the family in Summer
Time sun. Tears on charcoal
Evaporate fast

Mommy begs the child, shitting
Their pants, licking wrappers
With pretty colors

I am it. It is me.
Plastic wrap around children's
Faces. Candy for the masses

This is where sweetness lives
Mother whispers. 

All abstraction. Gifts from 
Gods unseen. Wet hot liquid
Drips down her mini skirt
Thighs

Faces reflect off polished
Linoleum floors. Where are
Our reflections going, ask our
Feet. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Godly merchants with ruthless
Enchanting smiles. Caress words
This will make you well. Shelves
Offer up their alms

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
Round and Round, in the hazy
glow of neon lights

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