The vivid scream of neon lights on snow
Harassed my senses made me feel I’m blind
Vulgar is the street in giant’s glare
Who invented neon and what for
Could this colour not have been disguised;
The orange scream of neon lights on snow?
As for coming winter I prepare
The sunlight slants and gets into my eyes
Vulgar is my street ,oh do not glare
Is this light a key to metaphor
Seeking out the haunts of Putin’s spies?
The orange screams of neon lights hurt more
Reading John le Carre, I defer.
I am naive with both truth and lies
Vulgar is my street ,oh do not glare
The mystery of nature and its blight
When humans add to this with senseless fights
The orange screaming of the lights on snow
Smack my eyes and ears as North winds blow
