Introduction: Through a bland town, across a beige chewing gum minefield pavement, through the indoor market filled with the noise of sales and desperate pitch, second-hand sounds and the bloody sweet smell of the butchers stall, I wander into a town called Discount.
holding shopping lists miles long
plod and dare not
put a single foot wrong.
miss sight of homeless
forget their pound
socially acceptable pocket fumble
stare at ground.
Middle ranged woman
low of moral stock
sips her coffee
under the broken
God preacher in middle of square
deaf crowd, do not hear, do not care.
Carries on preaching
into hire purchased
In the betting shop of magician’s riches
shadows and mirrors
curses and twitches
sits an old man, rolled cigarette in one hand
necessity in the other and desperation eyes
a look of his mother.
advertising for derelict lies
on the side of a future promised
This was the story of Discount Town
this unemployment phase
let’s all remember the better days
a complex of shopping
we are all lost
in this credit maze.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.