behind the dying dawn

Behind The Dying Dawn.
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I surround myself
with Pretty Ugly
Things..
except for Echo
and Narcissus..
Who sit laughing
manically by The
Whiskey Springs.
(where many a
Poor Fool Has
Sold his Rented Soul.)

Beauty is overrated
though...
it's like Horror's
Cuter Cousin.
(Who always tries
to come and steal
The Show.)

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I taste Dirt in My
Mouth when I hear
New Lovers overstating
their affections,..
(and The Two Shadows
Kissing On the couch
do not greatly assist in
changing my opinions)
Yet everyone else seems
content with these transgressions!

Even a Saint can have devils
in his heart.. waiting to
come out!
For Lust is Nature!
(and We.. it's Faithful Minions.)

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It's going to be a Pretty
Ugly Day for Echo and Narcissus..
A day ruled by Queen Cliche, and
The Wicked Reverend Oxymoron...

but, while Most agree that they
want to  kill all of us..
I say the Night has probably always
Reigned!

( Behind The Dying Dawn!)

Still..
The Show ...
The Show
must Go On.

j.stephen.h.

(my first attempted at structured
modernism, with my own parenthetic
twist.)

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Post, Scruptum)
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I hope you enjoy walking
blind through a haunted amusement
park of Misplaced Symbols grasping
for a straw to drink the remainder of
your shattered soul with as the cynical
clowns before (and behind) you laugh
in a tragic way that makes you mourn
for this happy world of hapless apes still
convinced a candle of freedom somewhere
burns. (Beyond Lifes Endless Cave.)