Las Vegas
Still
moving
After
all of those years
Trapped
on film
In
motion.
Pictures
of a youthfulness
That
has long since
Run
away, with your fear
Of a
black room.
Late
into the night I sit
Watching
pictures of the same movies,
Watching
pictures of an old you
Trapped
in re-run
And
a slave to slow-mo,
There’s
nothing I can do
To
stop my memories
In a
time, that has long forgotten you.
Keeping
visions of my yesterdays,
Of
my yesteryears,
Close
to me, close to my heart,
But
the memories still shine through
With
hurt and pain,
With
a feeling of loss,
Without
you.
Late
into the night I sit
Watching
pictures of the same movies,
Watching
pictures of a young me,
Watching
pictures of an old you.
Watching
pictures,
It’s
how I remember.
Watching
pictures.
I
remember you
But
now you’re lost
And
trapped in re-runs
And
a slave to slow-mo.
And
the memories hurt.
There’s
nothing I can do
To
change my yesterdays,
To
change our yesteryears.
We’re
just slaves together,
But
trapped apart,
And
I remember you
In
Las Vegas
As
the reel stops.
LAS
VEGAS
By A R J Abranson
25-12-90/17:07
(Taken from 'Wild Card Symphonies')
