Silhouetted beside the Banks

Headstock heads stock straight ahead
Hedonism’s heretics long headed to bed
Bedraggled, but fed, Fedora sat dead
beneath beckoning of broken leaves
Split and fallen beneath beliefs retrieved
from uneven psyche
Not even likely on a night like this
When mist and hiss dissipate
honour knights likeness
As a craving hastily braved caves in
Washing quietly away in the traffic and the din

GLPSE

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