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High Street Scenery

A seagull eating
the dropped remains of
a hotdog, tossing
and catching the bread, extending
its neck like a snake
with an apple.

A self-service checkout
programmed to sound
like Elvis Presley,
as if making me use this crud wasn’t
enough, they have to patronise me, too.
Thrift-shop shits. There’s anterooms in Hell
full up with these fuckers.

A man outside a cheap café
complaining of his DLA -
Disability Living Allowance;
he’s in a wheelchair - interrupted only by
the chink of white china: cups
and saucers punctuation marks.
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