Night Shine

Night falls in neon showers Here in the nocturnal simmer of summer slick city blacktops spark electric. The juiced-up take to their cars, pull into fast food haunts where glazed eyes return to two-way mirrors, others fall without noticing into a numb subliminal hum an electric divining of something bad to come. An ear crawling buzz, the static clutter of criminal minds distorts the crests of overheated airwaves. distant thunderheads pop like galvanic mushrooms. Light bulbs vanish behind lighthouse eyes. Under a canopy of magnetic shine liquor stores promote a glow and fizzle, a hissing power that backlight's both beer can and bottle, and we who drink are thankful for the way such strung-out needs carry us in and out of our dreams until, of course, as always, a stark, accusatory dawn jangles its steel-bright jailhouse keys.