red lights slap the transparent walls
that separate or combine
me?
chairs sprawl out in neat lines in the corner of my eye
empty
like these machined white skirts that
bounce and glow across the street hanging
seductively to beckon men in to drink
while the people shuffle along the dimming streets
mute
red lights swim past like conversations I had with my future
yesterday in rivers that wind from the city and back
coursing energy and disease that pummel the mind
splintering each thought with a flimsy flicker of light
shudder
off switch on
they buzz of incoherency and rabid mumblings
driven all to madness and blackness
rioting on streets bleeding on paper to
ignite
though I am but a fish on a pedestal to be sliced
under soft orange flux
peeling off in layers
in this reality that pages out in front of me flowering
terribly
diffusing till thin and nonexistent
and I am labeled crazy to have even spoken
of such things
of such things
