Neon

We're in love with the modern

world, Lighter than air,

primordial, solar-

orange. First arcade then

wasteland, where kids circle,

kids circle tubes

&. Modern- the

modern world. Come

Empire and chicken,

pools on the pound shop

roof, of light. Of purified gas,

a bright disco of

inert mouths. Noble

outed in the aftermath of

a missing church, broken

noses. An ache of shoppers

with craning necks, the rain,

in love, the world.

Infinite spark, birthing balls,

cries in fluorescence,

the gas/air of labour,

the pain of care, of un.

Geezers hold tight in their hearts,

a mother grasps onto a

moment- hair collapsing

upon her naked back.

In lust, in wilderness,

fragile as the skull of a bird,

dreaming only of England,

of love- her electric arc.