Monday, May 5, 2014

Living Gets Lost in War


It was somewhere in Vegas
disco hallucination
put out the fire

extinguisher off the wall
blowing smoke
down

the hall with fogged up
faces
brothers just raging

I think she was
Romanian and I cant
stay here

my pants are in
a stairwell
these lights suggest

I’m going to jail
red, white and blue
broken

bottles bled us
open
like street lights

flooding the cement
searching
for death

in the desert
searching for tomorrow
with casino

eyes rolling back
the mind
for a moment

gambling on the
men
we will become
 
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Prompt #2 really not sure about this one. I used "disco hallucination" from the text. I know the length is off.

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