Neon Strangers

Digital candles wave violently in and out of time.

Tempo changing in the middle of creature fear brimmed to the collar, and uniformed.

Fresh milk of ideas flow downstream from neon noodles that buzz with us in the deep.

Far from the fermentation that our lips purse in the latter faces of life.

Careful shock waves of guided lights on the highway lanes that simmer in the cool midnight.

We watch the tail lights of our ex lives coast further, and further still tied to our hearts from the days of thunder.

Cold nostalgia flems the moment from deepest breaths that is enough for now, and enough for me.

In one salute, the moments able to mask the facts that we are not magnificent, yet, or now. 

As my brothers well over in the first degree.

I don't know if this is where I am or just a memory.

Hollow pixels blink the codes we need to unlock the buttons to our coats, kick off our shoes, and call this place home.

But the miles pear in with coastal intentions feeding us left over sea breeze from the exhausted miles on in.

The dreams of that girl with a face bright, and safe like summer falling all around gone in the blink of an eye. The forgotten love song just an eight bit eulogy of those times you never truly tasted of.

Fall days grey the veins that carry you to this moment. 

Stranded everyday.

Pasts are strained.

Always against the grain.

My body suspended in grace.

Strangest strangers postured in place.

The road blinks on and on kissing us to sleep.