“Brick and mortar studded with neon sparks
Endlessly repeating,
While white lights of indulgence scream for attention
In spite of the pressing night, now
Moving to consolidate its dark reign.
I walk in off-beat stride, Seeing every cackling face a vengeful demon,
Praying to my neglected God:
“O mighty deity of convenience,
Guide my foolish feet home safely
And carry me to sweet, forgetful rest.
You are as present as I require.
Amen and goodnight.”