Vegas Street Poetry Vol.5
King of the Lizards
The sun drops
Into the canyon
Of red rocks
The King of the Lizards
Crept out of his crevice
To warm his scales
In the day’s last moments
Of sunlight
Proudly primitive
He casts a shadow
Much larger than himself
With no fear
Of the Approaching
Darkness
Instinctively primal
In a mask
Of nativity
The King lifts his head to the sky
Beholding the fading scenery
He traces the edge of the mountains
With his eyes
Dropping his jaw
Releasing the howl
Of a cyote
Falling
Snake eyes
Groaning sighs
Intoxicated
Men in ties
Congested air
Fogs their conversations
Forgetting more
With less on their minds
Some might say
It’s out of line
But all will fall
In their time
World
So large
Is the world
In the palm of our hands
Turning
On axis
For the sake
Of tomorrow
Today
Brings life
To the people
Standing proud
A human ant farm
To behold in our own vision
So large
Is the world
A grain
Of sand
So large
Is the world
Slipping through
Our hands
Comments
AUTHORThank you for reading jlherrera! I'm glad you dig it.
I dig falling of the three! Thanks for the read SkySlave!
- AUTHOR
Unfortunately many of the visitors here don't stray too far away from the downtown area. There are so many things to see out here in the desert that are truly worth seeing its a shame. But anyways, i'm happy to have you as a reader as always Gypsy.
Just lovely. So enjoy these Vegas poem. Wonder if anyone in Vegas truly pays attention to the beauty that surrounds? I would certainly notice. Too much neon blurs the eyes.
- AUTHOR
Thanks Xstatic! The first poem here actually drew influence from a nearby canyon just west of the Las Vegas strip. Its quite amazing how drastically the environment changes just moments away from the city. Come nightfall in the red rock canyon, the skies to the west are covered in stars while over the mountains to the east, the skies are flooded with neon light. Quite an interesting place. Being somewhere in between wilderness and civilization. Great thanks for helping me catch the spelling and punctuation errors. Dyslexia and lack of proper grammar occasionally bite me in the butt!
Another interesting set of poems from the LV street scene. Your poem "World" rises way above the streets and is a great metaphor. BTW, do you mean to say "our" hands in the last line?
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