Plastic Glitz

The broken fixture spitting cement mixtures
churns the newfound day,
while the cement sticks and breaks on bricks,
to rumble round the quay.
But the water spits and bubbles up,
to turn cement to sand,
and the rubble fades to leave a mess that slips right through the hands.

So the fading sights of burned-out neon lights
lurk lonely in the past,
and the dimming wits of plastic glitz
bring the future soon to pass.
But the future moments, as they come,
become neon lights once more,
and the fractured fragments of now and then
become tomorrow's whore.