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Last free exit

Bright lights, black lights. Smell the same.

Sitting here in the bright dark
putting his last twenty into a g-string
or a slot machine.

Hoping somehow he can win
a different life.

This was written by Robert Herring. Posted on Wednesday, January 4, 2017, at 11:18 pm. Filed under Books. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.