Neon Gloom

Paris, France

Drip neon purple
Acid line squelch
To a fractured grid

Condensed gloom slides off mirrored windows
Memory still fresh
But not vivid

Face overtaken by oncoming storm
I walk in an uncertain direction
Looking for a place to inspire in me
That familiar abstract form

That feels like a punkt at the end of a very intentional sentence

Neon gloom on my mind
Kaleidoscope of wide plazas
Bodies stumbling through
The gray morning viscosity

Memory fresh but not vivid at all
I try to maintain my conformity
As I step to the pulse
Of this fractured reality grid