Vegas Street Poetry Vol.1
Poetry lives and breathes on these Las Vegas streets. My only companions are my camera and my journal. With open eyes and an open mind, i already know that things are about to get a bit more interesting.
Nightlife Poet
Waiting resemblance
Lighting the wrong end of the cigarette
Concerning aroma
Thick women in nylons
Drifter circus
A drag of recess
The rattle of beads and jewelry
Barren thoughts
The sky got caught in God’s zipper
Opium crutches
A warm welcome to cupid
A morbid salesman
Alarming touch
Ballad of fingertips
Wish you were here
In isolation
Music drips out of the speakers
The sun won’t set
Viva la Sin City
Leaving no stone unturned
These frantic nights stand trees still
Numbers are branded
Into the flesh on their necks
Picking away the skin between my teeth
Faith
Streamlined by missing minds
My savior is on fish hooks
River of skin without a face
Having money for stealing
Frozen emotion
Coiled in trash
Toddlers teething
The passion of a burning match
With a flame so hot
It melts the glass
Dragging the waters
Burning the grass
Thoughtless intimidations
Cold
Craving
Your bodies’ enlightenment
A blink of an eye
Warm rush
Nightlife
Bold, as the story unfolds
The lights seem beautiful
Something less than magical
To rid them of their worries
To forgive their mistakes
These evenings are enchanted
The visitors are simply candid
With hopes of fortune embedded
In their childish stages of daydreaming
Cold liquor is bottomless
Young ladies are topless
Human lures
Not Goddesses
The neon is gleaming
Their promotions are deceiving
Giving no option of leaving
With money left to be won.
Welcome to the excitement
Short of enlightenment
Treat yourself
To a feast for the eyes
Discover the mysteries
Tucked deep inside
Welcome to Las Vegas
Before the dam brakes
Immortality
In the eyes
Of a Restless city
Irregularity
In the passions
Possessed by the bizarre
Belonging
From the trails and paths
That led them here
Becoming
More than iconic
With a face fit for a billboard
Clinging
To the pride that drives them
With a fist clenched for defending
Honoring
The memories
Of past mistakes
Developing
Motivation
Before the dam brakes
Unfolding
Their eyes and hearts
With anticipation for what might await
Lifting
Their spirits
In hopes of revelation
Sharing their bodies
Feelings and sensations
Cherishing
The lights of the night
Before the day awakes
Keeping time
Off their minds
Before the dam brakes
