White light on the free way,
Flooded grave –yard: bard dances and referred redemption
Where nothing ever comes free.
Red light flickers the back street
Where whores look, touch, book, fuck…
Cash only- life itself comes free.
Blue lights flood a jazz club
Where melody frames moods: bass and drums hook drunkard bums
Drifts of laughter, tears and hotel fears
Sermon dirges of the brood
Yellow light laminates a traffic pole
Where “proverbial indecision” reigns-
Of cradle crusades and carnivorous carnivals
The border outlines of sanity.
Green lights scream GO!
Ushers of movement and all things good: Charity, magic, model faith
Time kicks in and refreshes sin:
Losing my religion
Losing my smile
Losing my grip
Losing my damned narcissistic wiles
Green means GO!
Ready- get- set …
Lights out
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