neon lights

The neon lights of the city,
1 am feels like 8 pm.

Moving and flashing adverts,
constant stimulation.

Another coffee in the city,
time is meaningless.

Sleeping when possible,
working long hours.

Dancing to sound bites,
constantly wired.

The Neon Lights

Neon lights keep dancing all alone
as the winter silence settles in for a time.

Empty and forgotten items move
amongst the feelings of a vast wasteland.

Forgotten, empty, silent feelings of
isolation, longing, and unfinished plans.

The door to the pub swings open;
no one exits, for there are
only ghosts in this place.

Under the neon street lights,
two Divas walk hand in hand.

Dirty strip clubs line the walls;
kinky bubonic plagued havens.

A different set of musical vibrations cause
their three-inch heeled steps to skip, move.

Under a different set of neon lights, the two
girls step up and shake free those sequins.

Dancing to remember their struggle, dancing
to forget the bad times, they let everything go.

In their classy haven from hate,
the two Divas moved in unison.

Under the neon lights, they fade
away; lovers with starlight eyes.