FRET-JAG DUH

fret-jagging about endtimes

& everything to forever lose

i purposefully patronise waterstones

between a glut of used electronics

& the muted hues of west ham merch

empty of customers

 duh

i inhale the paper air

the unbent luxury gloss of spines

well this might not be 

a bad place 

to hole up

when the sewage 

hits the turbine

& all the hills shed their trees