I feel like the street with a dental surgery
next to a chocolate shop should feature
in some kind of poem looking at the pain
of human decision or lack of accountability
or quick fix culture or decline of willpower
or the importance of arms around shoulders
and sticking beside the people you meet
or feeling safe enough to just have fun
or capitalism or greed or high street decline
or irony or coincidental town planning
or something, anything, surely, who cares.

Carl Burkitt 2024