Neon Purple Wishes

1.
Neon purple wishes
play their games outside.
Dance over Brother’s Lounge.
(I’ve got a few secrets about that spot.)
Two A.M. junkies
dance, dance
under the streetlights
reflecting off my window.
I shielded my eyes
so I could sleep
looking at the thing.
Neon purple wishes
dance across the street.
Kinetic fantasy
roaming my dreams.
Neon purple wishes
polka in the smog.
Pleasant Valley’s
not too far away
on a Thursday night
if the traffic cop’s will listen.
Neon purple wishes
upset my balance,
obscure the sign
identifying the state store.
How am I supposed to drink
when the damn thing’s covered?
                                                          Imbecilic.
2.
Brothers!
Ratatatouille!
Visions of apocalypse!
Dangerous men in white papal robes!
No such thing as open readings!
Hear yourself yabberyakking
endless toil mock real artistry!
Study known intellects!
Quote Nietzsche!
Quote Freud!
Quote Rand! And Elliot!
Kerouac! And Twain!
Twain’s too mainstream!
Quote Capote!
Quote Moses! Cain and Abel!
Have no quotes of own
to offer in rebuttal
3.
Hot damn,
you’re an expert.
Tell me my writing
this writing
doesn’t meet your expectations.
Sell your poims to Bucharest
Fargo, and the frozen north plains.
Insult me with your vast wisdom;
drive out sincere thought
banish honesty.
Jump for joy at ignorance.
Lust after stupidity.
Seek no spiritual return
for those who paved your way.