Ismael's Kebap House

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Blue Overall is breaking into Ismael's kebap house!

Does he know what he's doing?

Did he know I'd be walking past, and the effect?

A memory - a drunken tasty one at that -

lies beyond the flake and dust and

crumbling concrete.

The wall where we leaned,

me and my youth

devouring the spiced night

amongst a fickle yet certain loom

<<No digit counter per se, 

e.g. actions 3,4 and 5 of 79, on day 7258..

just encounter after reveried encounter

no guard or malfunction near freak-out.>>

My heart pumped claxon gas,

ironing t-shirts for the ladies;

I stood tall, eating

and twisting square jaw 

to the bread of this messy mass.

It's a cold winter's day now (day 15728)

as the sidewinder drill

incises a memory asynchronous 

to my observing the crumbling paint 

- I conjure and conserve quickly -

before my life drops to the street

like a virtual 'Game Over',

like lettuce and sauce

from one of Ismael's famous kebabs!

I've tasted memory now;

I am fulfilled am I? in a molecular way?

In a way that says: 

Just don't belch on it bro!