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[bodytext] => A groggy, drowsy hobo with a prediliction for delicate scents and silky woven sheets crisp and cool on skin loiters by the entrance of a preening department store sitting in the middle of a harried intersection that's spinning with an erratic pulse One by one mind calloused individuals are drawn to the gilded complex like inconsequential specks of lint gathered at his fraying coat Oh hello stranger, chirps the agreeably muted lighting its smiling yellow hues lounges comfortably within his visage coaxing him and the rest of the semi-hypnotised 'You're just a fly' 'Make like a fly' He drifts in, head bowed fiddling distractedly with a non-existent button preoccupied, distant from the curious gaze 'You're a busy, important fly who needs to pick up a few odds and ends' The unobtrusive tunes of a good enough cover artiste eases a somewhat conspiratory grin into his expression It's the glinting revolving door that floats you in from hard, reeking pavemet to sweet, tender hospitality lilting and ever so subservient cushioning your back with springy, orthopaedic mattresses We're talking all manner of soothing scents, intercontinental breakfast menu spread open by your terry cloth robed side as soap suds dissipate in the adjoining bath 'Brilliant, just brilliant' Mr Hobo nods contentedly "May I help you sir?" A concerned looking sales attendant Mr Hobo acknowledges her with a patronising gaze "No thanks" A low murmur gentle yet assertive the mark of a truly discerning gentleman Purposeful yet unperturbed like the blur of shoppers who seem to be collectively humming to the cheap tunes of intercom superstar piped through with a melamine-like gleen he makes a beeline for the bed and linen section falls backwards with one swooping motion unto a fresh, fluffed bed his nicotine stained hands molesting its comforter sheets 'Cleopatra was brought to Marc Antony rolled up in a persian carpet' He waits for the reverant attendants to carry him away 'Just another stinking pile of burning trash to snuggle up to' [comments] => 3 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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