Signs
Splitting hairs with dull knifes
dressed up in bad habits
life relegated to picture screens
unheard screams
darkened diners
beckoning candelabras and moonlit drives
no wax drips sealing secret treasure
grand Mal seizures
nor sacred visions
hands tied together
reckless, restless
begging for a night outside
I burned your picture last night
just to see you move
smoke illuminating
from those flashing signs
OPEN 24 HOURS
hidden behind the unlawful order
NO VACANCY
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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