the strip

plagued with dreams

all i want is sleep hallucinate in this desert heat

tumble weeds make my bed

sticking into my skin with dried twigs

the mountains loom over watching in thier bruised glory

the city pumps and floods the streets

with travelers and drunks

and families unaware

the casinos pump straight oxygen and smoke into our lungs

they pour alcohol down our throats masked by colorful ice and potions 

so we walk

into anothers arms

with out much hesitation

i walk alone on these crowded streets

listening to musicians sing thier hearts out to the beats

leaving with a five dollar bill handed over by a drunk

who never understood the message

i walk alone

with cranberry and vodka juust trying to make an honest friend

oh where are the open smiles?

the eyes that dont lie

oh where are the hearts that pump to reggae blood

i hear so many cries so many unfinished lies