Dead Walking Poem by Benjamin Chew
Dead Walking
Life mirrors the empty;
cloaks of caffeine and useless fangle,
relented murmurs and
groans.
Night shadows with old friends -
neon lights of tainted garter and bloody heels,
used rubber and fickle
tease.
No place to call home, alive
but blind like dead man walking – pigging out,
be merry and no tomorrow -
no
tomorrow.
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