Neon LightsA Poem by MarshallEven as the neon lights lit up the street with seductive winks of blue promising colours I slid past the tonne of a beef burger doorman, muscles tensed in conversation with his power. I had no identity, no number to call to confirm my foray into the sleaze of sincity doom but my adrenaline turbo was greater than all the indulgences laid out by the church. Soon the show started and it was neon seven course greasy meals of delicious red rosette n*****s and bulging cabbage bums that were only found in naughty books, so against my catholic upbringing of saints in halos, sinners in chains- all collecting at the ankles. My eyes were young and untrained to the slow naked lights and movement so I had to stare through the shadowed light and dancers throbbing to the music of savage drums gyrating to the pulp of night. That's how I mixed up poetry and lechery in one single escape from innocence. © . All rights reserved, 5 days ago© 2014 MarshallFeatured ReviewReviews
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