Bodies milling about aimlessly-
Seemingly, without purpose;
A lost tribe perhaps.
Whether cultural staple or consumer trap-
Could not be clear:
The Flies themselves, indifferent to this display,
Know all too well, this market place-
Be a meeting hall;
For the fringes of society.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
Bodies milling about aimlessly-
Seemingly, without purpose;
A lost tribe perhaps.
Whether cultural staple or consumer trap-
Could not be clear:
The Flies themselves, indifferent to this display,
Know all too well, this market place-
Be a meeting hall;
For the fringes of society.
I wrote this on a sales receipt while with a friend at an NPS Store.
It was quite an odd place.
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