Inside, the squeezed,
air-conned,
dicker down aisle on aisle
of electric-brain food:

      daisy wheels by the gross,
      perf paper
           keen-edged,
           laser-cut,
           raftered
           ream on ream with
      modems,
      WordStar,
      SuperCalc,
      CPower,
      PacMan,
      DBase II,
      Floppiclene,
      polished Rotten Apples.

Outside, the squeezed,
pungently warm,
sort themselves through stalls of

      steaming octopi,
      antique plugs and sockets,
      live chickens,
      stacks of broken fans,
      hairy Shanghai crabs,

towards a small dust plot
where a boy,

      barely past innocence,
      his navel linted,
      above skimpy shorts

lifts from its wire box
the full six feet,

      hibernally fat & writhing,
slits, winks,
ropes an arm's length above his mouth,
its head to his lips,
and guzzles, guzzles.

Maaih mmaaih a?  [`Buy; not buy?']