powerhouse breakdown

You and I
we tried to walk
through the river of neons
where we learnt to talk

In a plastic frame
there's a hug locked
and in the left hand
a pair of shoes and dictionary
human-polish
polish-inhuman

from a three-month bed
a pillowcase and burial
by a neon trip
of a word and no-word
interrupted by cough

Me and Me
I try to walk
through the trough of cemetery neons
eternally mortal