This is the most authentic sunset I have ever seen.
This is God telling me he’s still the king of lights.
But Van Gogh went to Arles for God’s light and they killed him.
I’m in Vegas for the light of man and to live.
Street light red is unnaturally long here,
so you can appreciate the primary power of red
amongst flashing orange and green.
That solitary red circle.
God’s pupil in the flash?
He does not see a suspicious purple
slither away from a building,
a crime scene,
like a murderer
and blend in with the flow of passing humanity.
Las Vegas Lights
Chris Pellizzari is a poet from Willowbrook, Illinois. His work has appeared in numerous literary magazines, including Hobart, Slipstream, Soflopojo, One Art, Third Wednesday, Gone Lawn, and Not One of Us. He holds a BA in history from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and is a member of The Society of Midland Authors.