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Hail, The Neon Beacon of Debauchery!
(Short poetic prose)
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Hail, the neon beacon out ahead
Guiding, leading the man onward
Toward wakeful dreams aspired.
Hail, the beacon is subtle in its
Duality of promise and purpose.
Its laser flashes In frenetic frivolity to
Elixirs and forlorn witches of the night.
*
So, the shadowy evening passes hastily,
‘Last Call’ too quickly ends the charade.
Awaken, ignoble knight of no honor
To a brutal morn of rueful regret.
Face the gallows of vicious thoughts
Cascading mercilessly against the
Dull temples of intemperance.
*
The new sun gives way dimly to
A pitiable litany of remorseful chattel
And self-indulgent curses to the
Demons of meek, repentant mockery.
Meager, modest work efforts ensue,
A duplicate day of detritus, alas.
Then a misty miracle convenes:
*
Hail, the neon beacon out ahead
Guiding, leading the man onward
To yet another night of wistful witches.
Hail, The Neon Beacon of Debauchery!
*
©BR Chitwood – September 26, 2019
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Author: Website: http://brchitwood.com - B R Chitwood - My Mission: Writing to Discover Me
I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul.
I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1
Writing for me is therapy for the soul.
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Come five o’clock and we’ll do it all again. Super poem, Billy Ray
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Thanks, good and kind John! Meet me for a Willit keg! ♥ (Heart should be RED! Dammit, Bartender, I said, RED! Whasha meen, it’s clozing tyme!
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Hahaha. 😂
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🙂
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I really enjoyed this Billy:)
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Thank you, sweet lady! Hope you’re feeling better! Write about it – Feel better! ♥♥
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Thank you! I am. Been sitting in thr forest with my notepad:)
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Ah, so very glad! Makes my day! Thanks for sharing… ♥♥
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Good one Billy Ray!
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Thank you, Eden. You’re tonic for the soul. 🙂 xox
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