Sometimes I feel like I’m being eaten alive
by flickering lights.

During the days
my computer screen stares
my smartphone sings
the tv screen blares.

At clubs, my eyes
are shuttered shut

but the epileptic light still cuts.

Walking home the streets are bathed
in neon drapes,

blurring through bleary eyes.
Words painted, wired up.

Thank god we found a way to hide
the stars.

I couldn’t possibly handle their twinkling
from afar.

 

Image: Kevin Dooley