Via the vending maelstrom
I get a blighted
Portfolio poultice,
An art deco
Electric toothbrush,
Three cut-out
Culinary
Square meals and
A jump-to-it
Confederacy
Of confidence
Madrigal

Where nothing is
As it seems – plus

The usual
Acidic glare
From
My bed-sit
Night nurse
Who has

Madame Blavatsky’s
Eyes…