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
