Vegas Street Poetry Vol.4
The City at night
Dance floor
Party beads
Glow sticks
GHB
Land of Candy
With lights and speakers
Body shots
Cocaine and either
Mindless madness
Sleepless Speed
Liars and thieves
That never weep
Building pressure
Sweat drips free
Hidden in the clouds
Of burning leaves
Time works backwards
Divinity creeps
Absently preserving
The minds
Needing no sleep
Slots
Put the odds in your favor
Cherry reels
Lucky number 7
Holding
The arm of a slot machine
Like a kings scepter
Ice
Melts in the glass
Antagonizing lights
Flash
Cigarettes burn
Crumbling
To ash
Falling short
By the machines
So lustfully yours
Sacrificing all
That you adore
Please return
Hungry for more
Dripping with sweat
Crawling towards the door
Chance
Chance
Willingness
To play
First glance
With no warnings
It seems harmless
Chance
Roulette
Like a bullet
Hugging a firing pin
A second look
At a menace
Beyond
Your understanding
Chance
To make it back
With more
Than when you came
Last sight
Of the night
That filled your heart
With shame
Hallucinations
Seeing is deceiving
In the eyes
Of a wandering traveler
Buildings are melting
Distorting and challenging
The minds that use logic
Are thrown out of reach
Blood reaches a boiling point
Changing the intentions
Of the hopeful explorers
Who don’t understand
Walking on the sealing
With no hope of feeling
The punishments inflicted
On the unsuspected
