Night Butterflies

Sun is done

Now darkness

owns the scene

Nocturnal debutantes dance

on neon moon beams

Stylish carnivores cavort

on the crowded roar floor


Rocket riders streaming live

getting their sonic blast on 


The forces of frolic

eventually converge

and merge under the stars


Taking flight in the night


Soaring into the vortex 


High above the pull

of earthly morality


The clock strikes dawn


Magic now gone


As our bleary heroes 

tumble off the conveyor belt


Smack back

into the arms

of flat line monotony