Neon streets.
Under signs where I walk,
tripping the light fantastic,
high off my own decadence--

past hands that reach,
and eyes that plead,
ingnoring them as I walk.

Neon streets.
Words reach out,
like eye-candied promises,
telling me what I want to hear--

or praying I need,
on my day off,
ignoring them as I walk.

Neon sheets.
Keeping us warm,
as we lay in crowded silence,
and ponder whom we'd like to be.

The American dreams,
etched in light,
ignoring them as I walk.

12/24/2000

Posted on 11/30/2001
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