WEST END DREAMS

Grey slabs have become my bed
Come sleep, where others tread
Footsteps sound like death
Passing like hells breath.

Haunted figures lurk down darkened alleys
Returning, hands gripped with plastic poppies.
Death lingers on every corner
Gathering darker for the solitary mourner.

Try and forget dawns plight and
Dream of chemical delight,
Lost to the night under stars
Of neon light.

The city breaths its noxious aura
Trying to smother all those before her.
Passing through or permanently positioned
You rarely lify your head to see all that glisten.

Begger’s belief is how we survive
So sorry there’s no place for pride
Too long you cannot stay,
For you will hear, “Move on your way.”

Cardboard palaces lined in a row
To sleep all day, no place to go.
Come awake when the lights go down
Move along quietly before you drown.