Red,
neon,
four characters
advertising 'sleeping house'
eight stories down,
three streets over.
Vein of steel shuttles bodies
up
down
up;
doors shut with a prison cell's bone crack.
It's visiting time to hallway inhabitants.
Dust covered clock,
forever bicycle with birdcage,
dog piss stained stairwell.
Roses and cabbages grow in the weak window light.
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