Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2005-06-01 21:05:00

30th Street Neon

I'm writing this now
here in this dark room
with seven sleeping strangers,
and the sweat of the city still
on my skin and the heart
red, blood red, rose red

neon which burns a second from
my hand; I'm staying awak
to keep all this in mind

so that, no matter how
far from the true and shining
path I fall,
nor how many
subclauses and digressions
our versed future might come to have.

I'll remember, and have set down
in the honesty of fiction,
the thoughts of this foreign night.

That I'm too far, too far for words
from my own neon-red -
the thing which keeps me
up in many darknesses,
and for which these words,
star-burnt against an orange sky,
are but excuse.