The Streets.

The Streets.
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The Streets are
an interesting place,
full of variety;..
Hark! The Happy
Hookers Sing!
(laying poisoned
by the scurge of
Society.)

Dirty young Women
(with filthier souls)
sell small pieces of
themselves one trick
at a time...

"Amazing Disgrace!"
"How indiscreet thou art!"
(No One Here even
remembers the Next Line.)
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Watch Sam The
Sad-Sack Shepherd,
sit mumbling on his
rusty park bench;
talking to Voices in His
Head.

"I believed in Angels!"
(once.) he cries..

(but now I
believe them all to
be Fallen or Dead.)
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"Spare some change?"
Chester Molester asks
anyone he comes into
contact with.

"Candygirl you're My World!"
(until he find another Kid.)
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Taken in the abstract,
this hell could be one
of countless other Hellish
places;..

but it's Your Hell,
This Hell!
This sea of Motley
Misplaced Faces!
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These streets are
an interesting
Place,...
full of Variety.
Hark! The Happy
Hookers Sing!

(laying poisoned
by the scurge of
Society.)

J.Stephen.H.

Darlene The Destitute Damsel.

Darlene the Destitute Damsel.

(in self-distress.)

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Darlene The 

Destitute Damsel

in Self-Distress,
floats (like a Ghost)
down Hairspray

Scented Halls.

(in Her Finest Dollar 

Store Dress.)

She feels more

sated and Alive

at Night.

(looking for
Dark Minded

Men to caress.)

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Cheap Makeup

does a poor job
in covering up the

bruises on her Face,..

(but it buys Her 

Soul a Sense

of Sympathy no 

Courage in Life
could Hope to
Steal.)

I find it 

Heartbreaking 

to Watch This
Dance.

(She thinks
it teaches Her

to "Feel.")

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Darlene the 

Destitute Damsel

in Self-Distress,

craves a certain 

tenderness in the
Fists of Hateful
Johns.

(Who see Her

as an Object.)

I love her for 

everything She
seeks to Be.


(yet Despise
what She is
NOT.)

She is a
Living Dead
Tragedy.

(when viewed
in Retrospect.)

Who's Soul is 

surely bound
to Rot!!

(Walking these
Hairspray Scented
Halls.)

J.Stephen.H.

New Beneath the Moon.

Everything is New Beneath The Moon.
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Everything  is New beneath The Moon;
Since Darkness breeds a constant Variety
while the Limited Sun Recycles.
creating Chaos, Death, and Gloom.
(with the bones of Weak Ones tossed
in Piles.)

I cool myself in this Hellish Summer Heat;
(looking across The Field of Gore.)
with a pair of Fresh Picked Angel Wings.
(which won't be flapping anymore.)

And for This, ..my travesty. I shall be
A Silent King upon the Throne of Ages.
On a stage with Misfits ever clapping!
(regardless of my many Rages.)

Everything is New in this Moon Within
Me;
since darkness breeds new variety while
the Limited Sun recycles.
Chaos, Death, and Misery!
(with the Bones of Weak Ones tossed
in Piles.)

J.Stephen.H.