The old Pr0n Orchard Haus overlooks the wrecked lot
seeing smashed crash pads of ’stached proles of nought
and their roaming lizards seek mattresses under rubble
like an hourly Seekonk inn not worth the trouble
forgotten circular pools turn to black from green
and the red naugahyde of Sky’s Place with no windows lays unseen
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