She Breathes…

She breathes this City of mine
gently perspiring, fashions latest
designer toxic vapours
whilst neon pulses flow through
 her veins – sleep does not,
become her.
Suited booted –
Gucci, Prada
sell your soul for a
fix of life.
Doorways, doormen
park your car sir –
can’t sleep here man.
Oh how she breathes.
Call girls; rent boys –
watch your back in alleyways
sideshows, cinema, theatre
for the wealthy
24 hour takeaways – not
for the healthy.
Hit men, con men
Religion for the Amen
Oh, how she breathes
this City of mine…

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