My Las Vegas Story: Part II: A New Beginning: A Rant

This is my Las Vegas story – part 2

I.

The mountains are brown and high,
Non-blue skies,
Muggy and heavy air,
Angry people lost in hell,
I’m in Las Vegas.

A small room with shadowy white walls,
Plain, angular, severe black furniture,
Technology everywhere,
A short, thinning black man in the middle of beige-ness,
I’m in Las Vegas in my room.

II.

I’m bored,
My body is bored,
My spirit is bored,
My voice is bored.

Boredom envelopes every part of my --
Cells,
Neurons,
Atoms,
I’m a large mass of boredom,

It is a festering and dangerous cancer,
A disease without a cure,
It is eating me a life,
The only solution is expiration.

III

I cannot understand the place surrounded by mile high treeless mountains,
I cannot speak its language,
I do not understand its vibe,
Therefore, I’m alone.

Its energy is confusing,
Too dialectical,
Too diabolical,
Too death looking,
Therefore, I’m alone.

Its people are queer,
They speak a secret language,
An unusual body language,
They talk through their eyes,
They just stare,
Therefore, I’m alone.

Oh, oh how I wish I was in The Bay,
The place of rich, lyrical language.


This is my Las Vegas story – part 2.