Drunk on Shop Street

Every Night,
A motionless Oscar Wilde
Is straddled by drunken women,
Some things you can’t escape,
In death or life


Boys of the white shirt brigade,
matched by an orange haze
Form perfect meandering columns,
To the beat of the heels
Silent screams and deafening squeals

On shop street
Uttering illusions, Delusions
Or suggestive Solutions
They look so happy

© Fionn Kelvin Thomas 2019

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