market

​market
 
I want it like sour yoghurt and over-ripe melon
I want it like Camden market - spread me over tat
grab my hair by the horse statue, caress his metallic behind
 
take me below the pricey cheese shop, I want to smell the churn
make the red bus magnets wobble and fall
lick me by the green canal, the Wetherspoons side
 
drink me like infused gin and drained tenners
slap me, I want to feel like a worn DM on the oldest punk’s foot
treat me to all you can eat for 8.49
 
trap me like a tourist, string me up with keychains
I need it like a breath of crisp pollution
or the last Malteser and half a pork pie
 
I crave it like shit rollies and dead eyes
give me the whole hill to die on. take me quick
then bury me deep under the never-ending sprawl