poem 025: discount bin debauchery

i’m the sad 7-eleven
on the asshole edge
of the nice side of town
a late night
cheap bright light
den of bad decisions
ready to serve you suburban subversions

you can stay here with me
catch fire or drown
it’s up to you
it’s your decision
but in this moment
you are something like heaven
holy hell i don’t want to ever come down