Casino

What I wrote today, simply because I don't know what I got out of it besides this. We were meant to be (in a way) looking for God in the casino. I had trouble. What I ended up writing first was a sloppy mess, got home scrapped lines here and there, highly disjointed. A Psalm was the intention, but I couldn't write one. Casino Chaotic - organised hurry Where are you in this? Pathways leading every which way. The hospitality laden advertisments are true to the reality. Where black predominates through furniture, jackets, people's expressions, the carpet Hospitality where the fake nature of the man at the door is acted out with such precision the smile is large, handshake strong, a picture of genuine Here am I and I'm trying to write a Psalm in a place I find it hard to feel Words can't make much sense God when each time I look up something has changed This place is it's own world Happy, sad Designed to invite people to stay Every convienience but sunlight, space to think What do I think? What do you think? Then I thought I'd better stop rambling words and write something. Haven't written a poem or anything in a long time. sloppy again, but then that doesn't really matter because it got my empty head on to paper. Looking across I can see A scrambled mess of table legs Shaddows stretching around Consumers legs Passing Continuing And I, sitting. And old lady walks past Her glasses out, and off As though the need to see is gone Walking out from the world within a world Not smiling Shaddows wrapping lines around ankles Adding lines to lines Caught up Blind Oblivious