Signboard Signboard burning bright
In the sputtering neon light
By what twist of fate did I
Find myself beneath this sign?
What're the odds that my brain
Has gone over the edge again?
Free at last, bounden never
Do I not think I'm too clever?
To think at all there is no need
My fingers on this keyboard bleed
Cockroach, cockroach bleeding white
Beneath
the
Sputtering
Neon
Light
November 22, 2003
Free Association Poetry
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