Urban Montage

Present in the room was the glow of Chinese lamps and the settled smog of firecracker aftermath

A putrid stink of leftovers and the familiar intuition of regrets stamped over the air within the walls

Eyes thrown around the television remote searching for excuses to alter the fate of channels streaming nonsense

In rooms around the neighbourhood the echo of stagnation moves around like a ghost gathering ash

Faces come together behind a soggy curtain scream out their private angers and gather a spoon and plate to relish what comes after

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