Las Vegas

 

Bright as the night under the light

of the full moon, the silver spoon

and the golden ring both sing beneath the wings

of greed as deeds detested weed

out what little love litters this lit,

yet starless city of the night, and fright

fills my soul, weakens my will as demons spill

out from the shadows that seem to be

everywhere carrying spears of fear

and I can’t wait to leave this terrible

city stranded on all sides by a spiritual desert.