While You Looked Away

  

When the light shined at night,

The fire moon caught our eyes,

And skeletons danced around,

Fiery flame made of glitter,

Moon dancers bent their backs,

Swinging from the stars,

Leftover ice cream melted on the street.

 

In the path of light and laughter,

There was a pile of nachos,

Free, dismembered chips for anyone,

I wasn’t brave enough.

 

Cement sour cream,

Silver salsa painted on the walls,

Chalk revealed a 1-armed dragon,

We left our shapes behind,

Blurry after the rain.

 

When we crossed the road,

Someone was already there,

Sleeping on their bike,

Bent over, dim, barely there,

They didn’t respond, they didn’t drive,

The night had flowed into their head,

Deep oblivion from the bottle,

With a little appetizer.

  

The main course would be later,

When the midnight hour struck,

No more lights, or glowing oasis,

No free nachos,

No extra beds for restless dreamers,

There was only darkness,

The parking lot was filled with glow sticks,

Empty plastic lanterns,

Sleeping off the chemical reactions.

 

In the morning it was all swept up,

Real light shined on the crooked clock,

Straightening out the time,

Many hands pointing out the trash,

Placed in bags, packaged for the trip,

To a mountain of celebration,

Where rot rarely visits,

Adding up year after year,

Battery powered belligerence,

Avoiding the decay.

 

The bike is still there,

The rider is still looking for a meal,

Hungry for the breakdown.

 

See you next year for rehearsal,

When the blaze will come,

Plastic hearts will split,

They will bleed their neon unto the streets,

Where skeletons stand up and walk around,

Dancing with their feet,

Upon the dirty ground.

Glow In the Dark Skeletons

 

Memory lights us up from the inside,

Our bones remember a different time,

Poolside, in a sea of people,

Walking in a line.

 

When the fire moon comes out,

We grab our bones and plug them in,

Charge those moonlight batteries,

Time to walk around.

 

From the corner, from the wall,

There comes a different sound,

Skeletons dressed in sequins and sparkling pants,

Some have wings and wear faces,

Some are old from different places,

Some roll by in metal chairs,

Some have never seen,

Neon colored hair.

 

Our bones are dancing down the street,

Or was it in a forest?

The night was filled with laughing trees,

Wires on the roots, hoping no one sees.

Danse Macabre on the run,

Pleasant time for everyone.

 

 

Nostalgia is an evil thing,

Blunted with no eyes to see,

Memory shining from our hearts,

What will be, is all there is,

We each will play a part.

 

Next year will bring another night,

Full of fertile darkness,

Ready for new twilight,

Lacing up those electric boots.

 

Here is the stage of flowers,

Here is the mystery of the night,

Broken day, come what may,

Glowing neon sight,

Waving fingertips at the sky.

 

Only bones can hear the words,

No flesh to wear, no silent tears,

Only sockets where our eyes once were,

Empty of all our fears,

Ready to begin,

Brilliant bones, no time for skin,

For now we disappear,

Unearthed same time next year.

Neon Zebra Eyes

The word was taller than me,

Inspired, it said looking back with strange colors,

Made of light, and shining out,

In the middle, a letter stood,

A zebra with green glowing eyes,

Doing the best it could.

 

The wildfire moon was all around,

A portal to a living town,

Where the alleys danced in time,

Projected from a silver line,

Electric cables dressed to nines,

Overstimulated little minds.

 

Cameras were the many eyes,

Through captured sights and sounds did flow,

Black and white, and swirling shapes,

A spectacular surprise,

To seed the thoughts of those in sleep,

To offer night and dreaming deep,

Born to night and neon grow,

New memories to fill our eyes.

 

After walking through the sights,

I overlooked a hill,

Chapped lips and stinging eyes,

I saw a waterfall of light,

I would have had my fill, but water was not there,

A cascade of teal and blue, a mechanical disguise,

And silver falling hair.

 

Mirages were seen in every place,

From corner to the street,

Even passing cars, slowing down from haste,

A few were decorated between their lines,

For all those passing feet.

 

Besides the neon zebra from the wild,

I found a squid, and many smiles,

Dogs in harnesses of light,

They were quite polite,

For nature gave them all the colors,

Of varieties’ delight.

 

Of all the sights of glowing night,

There is one I’d like to share,

For when I left the disco ball,

Returning to my home,

My dear cat was waiting there,

With the brightest eyes of all.

Under the Moon

 On a hazy summer night, when the day was laid to rest,

A harvest moon rose in the sky,

The light was there, upon request,

To fill our night with splendor.

 

A crooked clock said to look both ways,

As people watched amazed.

Street side constellations,

Brilliant battery boons,

Rainbow wings, little candles,

Glittering glowstick sandals,

Under a fire moon.

 

Dread lock dog, lit up frog,

Look out for hanging flowers,

A centaur on the sidewalk,

Neon words spilled out in chalk,

To remind us of the power.

 

Several unicorns walked the path,

Glass spirals, sparkling crafts,  

Cameras captured elusive fauns,

Roses, petals, glowing bright,

Plastic swords play and fight,

Wheelchair interviews moving on.

 

At the corner the moon dancers gathered

Where the ghosts are laid to rest,

Drive by beauty, we all meandered.

 

They cast their tinsel streamers,

The full moon wore glasses,

We watched like wide eyed dreamers,

Children could not interrupt; their cries were added to the masses.

 

Swirling laser theatre, projected on the walls,

From empty to the crescent, the moon was flowing down,

Laughing earing disco balls, bubbles on the ground,

Purple hats and silent spin, a vision to behold,

The dancers finished when the violins, did as they were told.

 

There was more beyond, and other sights,

A paper tiger crossed the street,

Perhaps it was a dragon.

Old friends embrace and smiles meet,

An illuminated wagon, full of memories and treats.

 

A mushroom bike shined through the night,

Making way for wizards,

Magic filled the air in friendly light,

Until we all had swooned,

Gracious for our passing time,

Under a harvest moon.