lost Night

Surrounded by gold Lustre
Old Clock chiming
extinguished the last vestiges
of the day
streets laying bleeding
the venom pliable
The last revillers
dressed in tweed
their  wanna be yesterdays
slide in between


Dance Hall
the harlequins of the night
scratch ones gilded fears

Paint peeling
lonely Moths
lost archways


Gargoyles point singular finger
Rhinestone cowboys
worship the jaws of the night
Laughing  girls sing lonely tunes
Its 4 O'clock
welcome grey dawn
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