Neon

I am the electric sun pressed against the glass,
    and I demand:

What is the difference? Paid content, freemium model,
piecemeal forms of invested relationships, 

the banality advertised as signals that beat within 
like tiny storms. I forge one; 

break another. 
My hands white like thunder. Nights pulsate into days 

purple-silver-orange, as I hum like a clock 
to the new galactic song.

Dale Chou
2022-01-22