Neon
Under the slick gleam of city
stars and blaring horns
you wish to be entrapped
would prefer to mingle
and drape your solitude
with transience, garment of
indefinite multiples of
companions, even if lasting for
moments, lights and music from doorways
simply to capture desolate emotions
distill them to sure
numbness when wintry you
shoot up, hoping to glissade into a
new kingdom of delight
Manolis Aligizakis 