Feral Girls
The feral girls of Foo Kin Ya move like rats on speed and crack
Among the shadows and the debris of deserted bars and café’s
Those that line the pavements and the jetties where individual
Hopes and dreams lay shattered and discarded like so many ice cream wrappers
Where once desecrated temples yawn and a handful of disciples still puke monochrome
Where one way or another anything goes
Then disappears quicker than a mercury and a margarine fix
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