another Cornish pasty clogged with swede
completes its earthly journey to the drains
punch-drunk with germs & sales pitch we emerge
from one of Satan’s anuses (Ryan
Air FR 4 952) & into
the cooling cave of the Perugino
bar & grill where an old television
is murmuring suave updates on Gaza
trade in Being & Nothingness for an
Amazon gift card of up to eighty-
one pence & try to keep despair at bay
for as long as it takes to finish this
tinny beer & unpredictable night
& whatever is left of tomorrow