Desperate In Vegas

Written in 2000, old one but a good one.

If you blink, you might miss me

I'm against the graffiti artwork of the wall,

upon the tight fisted street

with names like showgirls or bright colored birds

I'm in bricked houses

steam-soaked, swallowing swords...

 

Chance is a popular game here

where some curse it, even kill for its plumes

where some praise it, even run amok entranced by moons

sleeping in suns but mostly look

never-never-touch

window shopping for a dream to come true...

 

Marriage is worthwhile

when there is a drive-thru lane

something magical in a limo's sunroof

or in pools of moments in whiskey shots

love somehow found

on a poker face, by a crap toss

"the slots are loose" here, life in frost...

 

If you blink, you will miss me

I'm against every wall, in every dark corner

inside the glittering gulch

with pockets full of cigarettes and change

reflective with afterhour loss

I am the mirror without a smiling face

fever and suicide, running

without a marathon race...

 

sin has a city, desperation on the tongue

careless with its bite--lonely in taste,

senses glued to guns made of numb...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"showgirls or bright colored birds

I'm in bricked houses

steam-soaked, swallowing swords..





Chance is a popular game here"Behing all the great facade of Las Vegas are torn souls, brike-up marriages, broken down slaves of sex and lust, losers of dreams and the list goes on.A splendid poem...:)...............

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................