NIGHT NOISE

Discs of light are specks of neon,
Floating in the black.
I walk on patterns,
And patterns, same pattern,
More patterns crowding, accumulating, becoming
As I push them behind.
Hollow iron hemispheres sit, meditating on the flames,
Are wombs producing shapes of hot-hot yellow-brown,
Substances which tore my tongue till throat,
Till it felt like that of snake's.
Space between buildings,
Buildings between space,
Suffocate each other,
To reach the grey that blurred above into beyond.
The white figures staring through the glass,
Mock at my mind,
Mock at eye,
Mock at 'I',
Mockati..mockati..mockati- stacatto.
Snip-snap of rants and colors,
Mix and grow,
In designs and combinations,
Louder and greater,
Into conundrum,
To which I listen and listen,
And I screamed "You Listen,"
But all ignore.
As it continues to swell and roar.