always looking

there were Christmas lights hangin’ over cobblestone streets…lined from pole to pole…greens..reds…orange…all aglow…glistening in the Southern night as I walked from one end to another beginning…only to end again and again and again….

down dark alleyways where junkies itched and scratched like mad men afflicted with disease and bedbugs and poisons…behind dumpsters where lollypop girls applied their trade…in parked cars…only to find bodies wrapped in swaddling clothes…

looked in all-night coffee-shops and asked menthol maids if they’d seen the likes of you…in bars and taverns…only to be told nothin’ doin’…haven’t seen her in ages…gotta buck I can borrow…

Walmart parking lots and 24 hour grocery stores in the canned goods aile…near the dairy…amongst the wines…candies always neatly packaged…

knocked on doors…dens of inequity…churches with hours posted…specified times for salvation…bus terminals showing arrivals and departures…coming or going…I never know…

you are gone…just gone…everything is temporary…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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