Bright dipper nights. Something resembling form.
Dragon storm nights. Something resembling formlessness.
Many colours between flicker and flare. Flashes in patterns abandoned
bounce across car bonnets. Hitch rides on roving motorcycles. Colours
split in puddles. Falling with raindrops. Sidewalks littered with broken
rainbows. The sewer rats learn of cheap breakfast and coffee.
Bright dipper nights. Something like form.
Dragon storm nights. Something like formlessness.
Kanji forest that hums. Wandered by flickering tigers. Blazing mechas
stride over it. Pocket monsters glow in bright undergrowth. On the outskirts
merchants flog cheap food. Electronics parade themselves for wandering
gazes. Cloistered in faraways. High and low. Flicker and flare all over.
Bright dipper nights. Something echoing form.
Dragon storm nights. Something echoing formlessness.
Neon blade shines. Neon jewels gleam. Points the way. Counter
slathered in droplets. Eight different spices. Bowl of noodle soup.
A break in the neon carnage. A moment to create a new world. Flicker
and flare lost in time. A place you wouldn’t believe.
Ode to things Blade Runner, Anime and Neon. And a smidgen of Japanese myth and legend.