Benny

The car came from Benny

He found it in a grimy alley

Behind a dumpster peering at life

Struggles, gunshots, beatings

Occurred every minute of every second

In Benny’s alley he found a needle

Left behind by a hopeless deal

Tripping on bodies, some dead some overdosed

Searching for a better world

Only to find rank smells and diseased rats

Benny sat in his alley

Sleeping off the fiction

Wanting to awake in another reality

Woken up by the red, white and blue sound

Icy metal clamped around his wrists

Locked in a case with other animals

Souls breathing with blackness

Screams are taken for laughter

Movements pit against each other

Benny walked out to a paradise parking lot

Skeletons were waiting for another spin at the wheel

Lunch was confusion, dinner was torment

Old-fashioned and right on time

The car came from Benny

He found it in a grimy alley

Billie McCorkle

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