Poem #2,799 | This small town dawdles

This small town dawdles
towards sure extinction –
sucked off by doe-eyed
hures casting for profit &
profiles by gouging out a
shrill win on diversionary
gains – leave dignity at a
distance – leave honesty
buried in pampas grass –
leave kisses in low parts
[gain poor reputations in
others’ hooded eyes] – A
demand for crude art will
bloat each lean market –
& every return is misfiled
[to gain advantage] – Out
that ugly immaculateness
of mirror-set regards [we
see them staring in glass]