The Neon Boneyard Poem by DM W

Washed out greens and blues; dirty pinks and whites;
Signs with broken bulbs; scorched regal purples
And scandalous scarlet lights stripped of notoriety;
Garish signifiers of bold billion dollar dreams,
Now reduced to faint whispers
Like the fleeting fires of sun drenched fame.
Think of bloated Elvis in drug addled haze.
No vibrant splashes; just weak hues and shades.
Rusted gold lettering that once proudly
Adorned a world of decadence:
Now forlorn; inverted - rendered obsolete;
Rotting and peeling in the severe desert heat.
All that appears to remain amidst
Mammon's conspicuous ruins
Are sprinkled fragments of stardust
Frozen glyphs in the ashes of time.