There is fire above the neon
Their shine and burn so eloquent yet brash
I am trapped beneath Fremont Street
and I hear exodus—
I am trapped beneath Fremont Street
My coffin is lined with casino carpet
The embers of cigarette ash
Burn wild within me
I want to move to Sahara Avenue
and live amongst the cracked asphalt
So I can catch a glimpse of
The Genesis I am missing
So next I am under Main Street
where the sweltering desert meets
the diminished pavement;
the metal statues that hold blinking lights
I am trapped beneath Fremont Street
As I gaze into the deep, wide Mojave
Oh, Deuteronomy, it is I,
the one you so eagerly seek!
Paradise, 2018
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
There is fire above the neon
Their shine and burn so eloquent yet brash
I am trapped beneath Fremont Street
and I hear exodus—
I am trapped beneath Fremont Street
My coffin is lined with casino carpet
The embers of cigarette ash
Burn wild within me
I want to move to Sahara Avenue
and live amongst the cracked asphalt
So I can catch a glimpse of
The Genesis I am missing
So next I am under Main Street
where the sweltering desert meets
the diminished pavement;
the metal statues that hold blinking lights
I am trapped beneath Fremont Street
As I gaze into the deep, wide Mojave
Oh, Deuteronomy, it is I,
the one you so eagerly seek!
Paradise, 2018
I am not a religious person, but I had to watch a lecture based on religion for one of my writing classes and it inspired me, along with my hometown, so namely dubbed "Sin City." My family raised me as a Catholic, yet I have never had any sort of attachment to God or any god-like figure.
