Stripped

A dismal time-share condo on The Strip:
It's like you've found a heaven someone
You don't like designed. A musty antiseptic
Smell pervades the place. There's not much
Light. The Strip outside is thronged by Hoosiers
Gaping, dowdy souls who know that they
Have found their paradise of plaster baubles,
Flashing lights, people who pretend to be
The people they had hoped to see, and
Buffets selling discount steaks. It's sickening,
And she, who you had hoped to be with,
Seems always to be away. A glance or two;
Each breaks your heart. A couple words,
Enough to prove again that she's the one
You're doomed to love. You leave the street.
An elevator lifts you to the heaven that
Arrives appearing far too much like hell.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-21 at 01:03

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