lost vegas
from “Xenomorphine” (The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2)
copyright 2011 artemis sere

here
we laugh
we drink
we merry
and cry
we fall
we crawl
we crash
and rise
we launder
our failures
with misfortune,
bankrupt memories
and glittery
gilded
lies

there
is bitter shelter
in this land of the lost
yet we flock here
willingly
regardless of cost,
to cinder and suffer
of thirst never
quenched
on entitlements
and embarrassments
and pleasures of the
flesh

we lose
ourselves
amongst the
tables and
lines, recall
this plastic place
in better times
built by gods
long since gone
tall tombs which glisten
and burn in the blistering
sun, and when all
hope is finally done,
lives rolled up
and the last wheel spun,
when the leech has drank
more than its share,
left us with little
blood to compare
we laugh
we drink
we merry
and cry
we become
the lost,
vegas,
without sky