The Far East Side of the Backrooms

A descriptive on Asian markets.

"Imagine the backrooms, 

but everyone on earth is present.

A non-euclidean village

for every square metre.

The smell of an enigma

ventilating from the broken AC.

Is it chicken rice?

Is it defecation?

The place is lively,

yet the objects are soulless.

The bright white light's blinking

makes the shirts stain grey.

Touch it,

and feel a thousand germs.

Stroll boundlessly

through the Vivo and the sandals,

Till auntie's persuasive shouting

numbs your ears to deaf.

There is no exit.

This is the continent." 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Andrew John]

Leaves much to the imagination. Makes me read again, and I'm sure I'll come back to a poem I like. Thank you.