There’s a sale on neon miracles,                                          
Everything must go.
Half price.
Fake light.

the skies are bought by

Sidewalk Gods that strain their necks,
To see the new you.
White gold.
No soul.

brand name clouds and

Jesus bleached his hair today,
You must follow suit.
Cutting edge.
Still empty.

heaven’s merged with hell.

The skies are bought by
brand name clouds and
heaven’s merged with hell.