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

 

Katypoetesslovelove poetry

◄ The Temptation of St Anthony II

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Nigel Astell

Thu 11th Feb 2016 12:19

morning sirens sing out your poetry as well as your sin
I will stake all I have to learn the secret of what happens and stays then take it to my grave.

<Deleted User> (6895)

Mon 8th Feb 2016 16:12

Hi Katy.Once more you do not fail,but what do you think of-

'rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension.
Morning
sings out my sin'

fantastic lines! (just a little suggested reshuffle-but then again,what do we doddering wordsmiths know?)

;o)

P&S........ps please bring back your sexy profile pic!

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