Vegas Street Poetry Vol. 3
Flaws
Towers are built
By daylight’s dream
Midnight light
Reveals the seams
Vacant cracks
House the rodents
Halfway to heaven
With a soul to redeem
Life Not Dead
Holy
Solely
Driven by energy
Bravely
Shamelessly
Revisiting memories
Factual
Radical
Healing over time
Frozen
Frosted
Hands of a mime
Broken
Shaken
Pieces of oblivion
Stable
Fable
Strength From within
Hoping
Poking
At the edge of insanity
Striking
Vulgarity
Profanity in humanity
Hiding
Savoring
The insecurities of our anatomies
Loving
Favoring
A silver lining in catastrophes
Holding
Cherishing
The moments still ahead
Vividly
Constructing
A life not yet dead
Ignorance
Every day
Thousands arrive
Fresh meat
In a slaughter house
Without knowing
They self medicate
Treating their disease
Naively
Severing
Their innocence
One of the many
An invisible face
Amongst the crowds
Distributing poisons
Selling the antidotes
A silhouette
In a room
Full of clowns
Passing out rocks
Making his rounds
When morning awakes
Like an H-bomb
Blooming Above
This restless town
His face is hidden
As it burns
To the ground
The Homeless
Heat Radiates
Off of the asphalt streets
Coins are collected
By the old and the meek
Money is gambled
By fortunate shame
The greedy overlook the needy
Ignoring
What they can’t entertain
