Neon lights that confront the darkness <br />with words of the saviours delayed yet <br />assured return, flicker from above. <br />Deep fried chicken clouds <br />find my nostils tempting the senses. <br />Trains scream in tiredness as the pass over. <br />They are strangers to all citys- drifters. <br />Mango boxes create pedestrian <br />obstacle courses, much to the amusment <br />of the over energetic children. <br />Chewing gum mosaics- street art. <br />Even in the darkness the desire is there; <br />to see through the walls of distraction. <br />There are poets and poems <br />on every street corner. <br />They are trapped inside playstations, <br />and their desire for designer trainers.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-every-playstation-there-is-a-poet/
