pit of snakes

Pit of Snakes

A city spreads out like shotgun spray
down dark alleyways
narrow with the stench
of wet concrete & decay.

Century old crumbling bricks
the city has the face of the
vagrant, who sleeps at its feet

we always walk by .

To the smell of coffee &
wet metal,
umbrellas &
leather shoes/

I feel ill at ease
in an office block where the
lights never go out,
fuelled by
an underbelly of
cables that look like a
pit of snake



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