Day 29: Pobject's Hole-in-the-Wall

outside the city sits in the sun
in an uncanny valley a mile away
in not-quite-clever imitation
of a good time

when we break cover
it won’t be a block
from our off-strip bar
to the 7-11
and the tattoo parlor
by its side

you can get your snowstorm
and I can get my dice
from burly boys
with cenophobic canvases
for skin

[Confession: old habits die hard; I worked on this poem for significantly more than half an hour.]