An electric cluster fuck glowing red between lips
lungs become popcorn
in this electronic bliss of vapours
and blueberry smells
and the moon joins the glow
with it’s neon white noise
as the street lamps buzz
that monotonous hum
and the local takeaways spill out orange hues
that seem brighter than the sun
waves of traffic and bokeh lights
fill squinting eyes
we’re burning ourselves into photographs
caught in all these flashes of light
no stars to sight
not tonight, this neon night.