flashpan neon souls
igniting
the world
–
electric smiles
buzzing
loud
amidst the quiet
–
subdued
stoic
existence
–
baring puffed chests in the presence
of deflated gasbags
and disapproving glares
screaming
in ecstasy
hot blood flushing their cheeks
–
blooming roses
in stone gardens
barren
untilled
salted soil
–
screaming life
from the rafters of a deserted stage
refusing
to let the curtains be drawn
to be dragged
from the heat of the spotlight
–
preening blazing pink feathers
posing
in defiance of the stifling mass
