A glittering tail

Booms cross the sky

In daylight white

Across indigo night

Fingers point

Cameras whir

A fragment of space

Hunted apace

And on the field

Streaking nude flesh

Brings laughter and

Cheers

Cameras whir

A bold meteor

Of protest

And pride

Claims a comet’s

White tail

A flicker of fame

Cancelled in shame

Streaking is a let down.

i tried it out,

despite the warning,

well, you know about that;

streaking is a gateway ,

to other, harder forms of luminesence..

honestly, i did glistering for a while,

dabbled with some lustering..

I don't know,

maybe it's me..

i just end up,

leaving those depressing contrails,

do a few lumens,

but i never get really lit.