Sleepwalkers
Those who fear the dead
have certainly not met
the living.
Nothing scares
the bejesus out of me
more than bumping into
one of those
sugared-up bags
all spill, no fulfill
costumed out
for a customary life
as they walk by
dim-lamped
ignoring the glory
of another dissolving hour
rushing to roulette themselves
on the carousel of want
never enough,
then gone
and nevermore.
Thank you for reading.
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