They don't make them like that anymore, ever again
Modernism threw us some beauties and so did the
louche loungers inside
and their curling smoke thought bubbles
only seem louche looking back.
Or did they know it was as passing as they were,
as they descended into comfort - long shorts,
corn fed t-shirts, splayed toes in their slips -
slipped into buildings,
trimmed out in fake brick that
would melt and could melt you like
lost ark.
The precarity of comfort which
comes at a price,
or not.
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