长沙。 by Jakob Montrasio
Simplicity, not here (not even desired).
Hangovers, handjobs, humble hope, hunger here;
Attention deficit disorder, disorderly conduct — Oh
My God! Someone here
Believes in no god — finds bliss in a fix.
Organic alley smells compete with m'
Lady's cheap perfume. Neon hums
Iconic zizzle-sounds as the
Coming of the end streaks across the sky.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
A hearty hurrah for G-Man, who has been extremely ill and unable to host
Friday Flash Fiction 55 for the last three months. I am so glad he has recovered
and is hosting this prompt once again, as I really missed him
(and I missed composing 55-word pieces too!).