21. TheRiverTalker

the neon dragons glare down on me,
with eyes of fierce and mystic antipathy,
etching scars of cobalt blue and Chinese red,
across my face, across my soul, across my sidewalk bed,
to sleep this night on streets of winter cold,
with nightmare fears, dark and old,
a drunken heartbreak, lost and sold.

The End

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