we were children of the night
searching for the right
path down the twilight cooled
concrete skin
of the city of sin
lost amidst, within
flocks of fortunetellers,
fortune hounds,
fortunate we didn't drown
down the sucking asphalt
gullies of las vegas boulevard
fremont, tropicana
damn...
we grabbed the future
in careless hands
reckless,
standing side-by-side
on jutting corners watching
life spin by in a blur of
neon splashes on smooth glass
windshields and chrome rims,
russian roulette wheel dreams
it seemed the night
lasted forever
encapsulated in smooth seamed
plastic baggies
and fearless youth.
and we stared down hip hop tags
in the graffiti ghetto,
crashed,
laughed
through scattered rainbow
streams of
the caesar's palace fountain
king and queens on our own
mountain
of a molehill,
never stilled
quasars of perpetual motion
hyperactive head kids
that didn't quite fit in
didn't matter though,
we had our friends...
conformity is a grey flannel lie
i don't wanna die
don't wanna die
- j sheridan fenn ca. 1994
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