As miniature suns shine <br />Dazzling in the night <br />Forcing their brightness upon you <br />Expecting, demanding, you shine back <br />And when the day emerges <br />The disgusting stain remains <br /> <br />The sickening flames of neon <br />Gaudy monstrosities of illumination <br />A vandalism of electrification <br />You cannot close your eyes <br />To the intimidating luminosity <br />Of the thuggery of neon <br /> <br />The neon lights the skyline <br />Like some discordant graffiti <br />Scaring the mind, abusing the body <br />Born again in ineptitude <br />A deathly silence of lies <br />No gift too trivial to discard <br /> <br />This procession of tackiness <br />Sanctioned by wealth and greed <br />Far more sickening than any spray can <br />More disgusting than any youthful scrawl <br />With no little army of street cleaners <br />No cavalcade to remove the repellent <br /> <br />If it was any worth there'd be no need to advertise <br />And with such flagrant a disregard for truth <br />Presenting one side only of an argument <br />Means always disseminating lies <br />Or deliberately indulging in fraud <br />And with no rain will wash away this vengeful stain<br /><br />Timothy Marshal Nichols<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bright-bright-afar-so-bright/
