You could try the recycle boutique
To help make ends meet
Or some avocado on rye
Fresh coffees to go.
And where’s the man I passed near immigration?
Now a lady lounging on a bench
With all her worldly goods in a trolley nearby. I smile:
Would you like a coffee?
“Piss off, you stupid cunt.”
And lost at sea in tinfoil and plastic
A gull with its guts spills out.
A golden serum on the wall behind claims
It will smooth out all the cracks and fissures and imperfections.