Yesterday’s Donuts – Sasha Newbury

a town where empty souls roam the streets

My name is Sasha, I’m a 25 y/o Copywriter living in London. By day I work in Advertising by night (and usually lunchtimes too) I find myself lamenting through poetry. It keeps me sane. It keeps me happy.

Yesterday’s Donuts.

So far south 

it feels like the end of the world,

discarded ideals and beer-battered aspirations 

litter the shore line.

Yesterday’s donuts sunbathe with 

tomorrow’s comedown – still warm and wet from penetration

and washed away with Glen’s

so far east

the sun barely reaches.

A town filled with aged people

haunted by ever-present problems

that linger at every shop door. 

You shall not pass

without the guilt of privilege

weighing – gently ebbing

so far detached,

this isn’t home anymore.

Not even the ghost of puberty past

or rosy mist of reminiscence

can fool me now

-but I’m tethered anyway,

to a town where yesterday’s newspaper

gets printed with regret

and fingered with greasy intent –

where the self-perpetuating cycle starts at 15

with a broken condom

on a dusty sofa 

at a shit party

with your brother’s friend Dean –

a town where empty souls roam the streets

at the ripe age of 23.

They’re starved of purpose –

and dehydrated by the sea

Sasha Newbury

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