Ghost towns

Corridors

planes

masterpiece of master scenes

cameras

following girls around

shops closing at 5

owners whispering

from display windows

maquettes

marionettes

girls losing their heads

and tails in unfair fights

stray dogs seeking the shade

in sheds

shedding their olive oil skin

blasphemous and pure

puritan mornings

wondrous kids

a kiss from an imaginary stranger

for strangers do not look like strangers

they all seem familiar

like ghosts of past lovers

past burnt letters

restaurants with empty kitchens

when raw materials cost a fortune

to make a cake

and bake a hope

filled with mermaid tears

sirens

going off

every time a girl walks

in heels

click clack on the dirty tiles

kitchens smelling

of cooked dogs and rotten meat

veggies going wild

rotten with pompous girls

losing their shit

over a boy rapping and tapping

they would have easily dismissed earlier

had they seen where he originally lived

ghost towns hate us

kick us out

with long, strappy boots

heels connecting with shins

fingers trailing wet skin

boarded ceilings stolen

empty tokens of frivolous streets

Wild nights gone awry

of people pretending to laugh over eerie jokes

Ghost towns are in our hearts

never to abandon us

until death bed do us apart