In a City Never dark Walls flowing aglow with gas People walk around Lost and found Their all neon
On a street In a window The woman waits For her next mate Its getting so late For the hand of fate She's just neon
In a room In a flat A tv plays out A Model with the Latest ad In her sixties clothes Her body glows She's pure neon
In a hotel On a Plaza On a bed They both come together in lust The only thrust That they can trust Is the neon...
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Posted: Jan 2020
About this poem:
Late night has led me to another 'vague scribble' i consider worthy of sharing with you...in the 60s as a kid, i remember in the city our lives at night were ruled by neon; neon ads, neon signs in shops.... in fairgrounds, everywhere...no led or halogen back then!... so this scribble came to mind- a vision of a neon blazing night in an anonymous city and random abstract scenes of life within it-
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Kathy