Neon Streams
by D. Xavier BariNeon streaks.
Bright's the sky as I walk,
toeing rubble past the revelry,
wearied by the decadence--
is it sport to them,
as it's war to me?
Ignoring them as I walk.
Neon streaks.
Leaders reach out,
like latter-day prophets,
tweeting speech I want to hear--
but the saints of the day,
are the future damned,
ignoring them as I walk.
Neon speaks.
Their bits to comfort us,
as we rage in crowded forums
of manifested destinies.
Today's elite,
are tomorrow's ashes,
ignoring them as I walk.
09/16/2013