Tinsel Town
tinsel town
late at night
early in the morning
after all of the glitter has fallen
dripping down the worn facades
scenes worn into pretences
of water colour puddles
like gasoline rainbows on wet streets
soon, mere ghost echoes
absorbed into walls and walkways
wanders off directionless
without mouths
egos rise from the leftovers
bleak bland dawn walkers
trod the ashen border of day
afraid of the light yet drawn
to the promise of warmth
real human heat
from working hearts
vampires of counterfeit existence
covet the sun
but turn before melting
lost once again
in their imitation of life.
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