Written in real time from ground zero.
That's seared by double suns, the one
Above the kinder, only staying, killing,
Half the day. It leaves to let us heal
Our wounds. The second, made of family
Ties, is merciless and never goes, and,
Thus, as others, on their own, enjoy the
Cooling evening air along the Strip,
Released from homes, and gripping hands
And judging minds, we sweat together
In a circle, here, inside this dismal room,
To glare, to glares, to histories, our
Ceaseless, searing sun.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2012-05-31 at 17:23
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Cauldron
Welcome to Las Vegas, love, the landThat's seared by double suns, the one
Above the kinder, only staying, killing,
Half the day. It leaves to let us heal
Our wounds. The second, made of family
Ties, is merciless and never goes, and,
Thus, as others, on their own, enjoy the
Cooling evening air along the Strip,
Released from homes, and gripping hands
And judging minds, we sweat together
In a circle, here, inside this dismal room,
To glare, to glares, to histories, our
Ceaseless, searing sun.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 20 times
Written on 2012-05-31 at 17:23
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