It’s damn near enveloped the cities.
Those tubes that flicker and hum,
those tubes that arc dragons through rainbowed nights,
those tubes that purvey easy dreams over cheap food,
those tubes that splash intermittent kanji flares,
those tubes that convey the whole world in hummed lights,
those tubes that have grown, and grown,
and that want more, need more,
the neon legion.
Crashed borders trail neon wrought Godzilla’s, wreckage
absorbed by the awkward slink of rainbow tendrils of jutted tubes,
those tubes that flicker and hum,
those tubes that wrap around branches,
those tubes that have merged with rivers.
Flowers now advertise five meal specials,
deers now leap through neon flashes,
trout now navigate flickering duckweed.
In awkward motions rainbow tendrils of jutted tubes climb skyward,
in flickers and in hums.
Flicker and hum clutter the night,
from those tubes that drape the lunar bridge in rainbowed light,
from those tubes that light the noodle house on the moon,
no longer is there a dark side of the moon,
where those rainbowed tendrils of jutted tubes
stretch and reach
into empty space where they look towards mars,
and beyond in their flickering,
and their humming.
Image found here: http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gsMgmU4UH0hFcK75HdPgew
Been watching Akira.