trapped and bent within
glass tubes florescent
red & green - a rose grows
in a window wired to be seen
her petals are like brightened
spark her stem is like
green fire - she glows for
drawing customers
to heighten their desire
she was molded in the heat
from gaseous cloud was born
but she has a haughty heart
she has hidden thorns
she's a gypsy in the darkness
because the store is closed
she's a peddler of glass diamonds
false ruby - neon rose
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/23/2016
There's a tattoo shop in Tucson
that has a neon rose in the window
I thought of it when I wrote this poem