Neon blue

Neon blue wire tubes
Sparking out hot truth
Form my open panel skull

Grayish smoke clouds
Fine electric dust matter
Permeating the air

Finding a place to settle
Among the vast landfill
Of forgotten dreams and envy

Screaming voices low and muffled
From under mounds of trash
Thrashed and betrayed

With the weight of
So many broken promises
Wind-up toys and
Jack-in-the-boxes

Twitching lopsided
With the last resounded faith
Of a child still clinging to hope

So much neglect in the face
Of natures true wonders
Huddled up and crying

Under the road signs
Of cheap motels where
Dead beat dads and
Abortion junkies

Stay up late fucking
With porno movies
Playing in the background
 
Somewhere in one
Of the other rooms
An old man just spent
His last dime
 
Slitting his wrist
In dirty motel bathtub,
Televangelist
Playing on the TV
In the background
As he drunkenly
Waits for hell
 
So many used up bodies
Lining the foundations
Of this mind of made up
Ramblings

All the while I sit here
Looking in at the back
Of my panel skull, trying
To fix the reception