Welcome to Funtown

Welcome to Funtown

You are sat along the railing

counter of a new Thai

restaurant and below

the din of the entirely white

waitstaff and the Hawaiian

shirt the bartender has on

you can smell the burn

of the overworked

vibrators living in the apartments

upstairs and your drinks shake a little

like something bigger is coming like

an orgasm is just down the street

driving home in a dump truck

but above the smell a friend waves to you

from the bar and you have not seen him

since he lost his phone and he

says your name and you call him

by his brother’s name and he

ignores it and you embrace

and he is drinking something called Funtown

and offers you and your girlfriend

a sip (it tastes like pineapple and

rollercoasters) so you go

back to your seat and you look

out of the window to see yourself

falling towards the townhall

across the street

that has been illuminated

in holiday light for everyone

to remember it is there

when it is closed and your girlfriend

says that light has never looked

more like sound and you both finish

your dinner in the well-lit silence of good

food and you go back over to your friend

to say goodbye but he is full

of Funtown and does not exist

anymore but you believe

in personalities so you leave full

and warm with your girlfriend

both smelling like chicken

and the outside air

is a dog

cold and hungry

that follows you home

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