Neon Glow

Your leave has left me
the pitiful fool who stands in statue
for hours,
positioned before pawn shop glass.
I gaze at the symbol
from which I wrote to you in trance,
but mercifully,
you still posses all of that.

I am beaten for days,
tethered to a rock;
Love is the silt that polishes my faults;
Smaller than sand,
but strong as the age
that is invested to our miracles
and dreaming the destiny of our clay.

There is no escape;
No rescue for the man—
who does not have the credit
to take back his past.
And so the rapids
bone from flesh,
while the pawn shop
but never cuts power to the promise
of neon light.

written on 02/28/2010 by: Matt Kane