Iffy Hours

by grimbeau

Damn clammy, warm, irksome night,

big mall full of grievances,

trams of packed mania,

never reaching the end

cellars of odium,

vapid sapid entropy,

subterranean halogen

car parks full of winos

choreographic knife gangs,

dun roaming big time

noisy empty tenements,

emblematic anthems to

 blank random ignorance