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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.
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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.
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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:
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Hail, the neon beacon out ahead
Guiding, leading the man onward
To yet another night of wistful witches.
Hail, The Neon Beacon of Debauchery!
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©BR Chitwood – September 26, 2019
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