Las Vegas

 

Violation and depravity,

within isolation of this valley,

an extravagant medicine to take.

 

We pace the boulevard,

with no moral compass, neither

north or south in strip-sleazed haze.

 

Rolling violent dice

of drunken incomprehension,

morning sirens sing out my sin.

 

but the more I kneel before you,

the more you raise me to my feet

 

What happens with us, stays with us.

 

Inconsequential.

 

©  Katypoetess 2016

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