MONKEY TOWN

shaved and inked monkeys
gibbon down iphones
in
kid
run
burger bar too loud like a hip-shit shop
or
under 18 disco

and everyone drinks from a bucket of fizzy brown 

late spring fat-heats a bare friday night
shadows from college square elms
are epic and intricate
on
the
monolith
brown brick of surviving M&S wall

arguments of irritation and separation 
from buggy mums like sticks in fetish denim
are
met
by
a silent ground-stare from boy-men in sportswear 
with colours and patterns screaming at each other 
six paces behind
thumbing
a
touchscreen

and two college girls with night white skin
and black black hair
and black black clothes over mysteries
walk
like
lionesses
on loose zena thighs across the square
they
dont
talk
and eat from styrofoam with their pinkies out

they will walk out of this town
and
never come back