Urban Dreams

My city runs through your flesh
Streaks of neon penetrate my body,
Rainbows don’t bloom flowers,
Only loiters in the deep abyss of mind
Absorbed by mass,
Deer eyes rove in the dark,
The flying road bends into my river
Wetting the stony by-lanes once dead.
At least fungus means life.

A try ’n a wait.
When that tissue lump transmutes into a prism.
When that light breaks into pieces to birth a rainbow.

#Abstract

#Hope

#Imagination

#Life

#time