Burning Atlantis

Coathanger Halos

Seven seas you strode across so carelessly

Empty pupils transfixed

On the burning Atlantis

Its lights shone on your skin

Revealed your face in shades of red and green

Tomorrow is dying, you're growing thin

Cash for gold-

Cash for God

Child of God, have trust

Step across

Step across the prophets, the whores, the sinners

Outstretched on wooden planks

Drowning in stygian tides

They die for their own sins

Have trust

Realize now that you're in at the waist

Your God has vanquished your soul

O derelict martyr,

You bear His stigmata

Turn water to wine with silver and fire,

Preach to your blackjack table choir

They're sick and skinny just like you

Wanderers in this city devoid of time

Blind leading blind

Why the hell did we hold you so high...

Have trust?

Hope disintegrates in your blood

We thought you would come back

I plead with you now

Step across






I wrote this with Atlantic City at heart and the Jim Jones suicide tape transcript in mind. The words "Step across" are repeated by Jones over and over in the tape.

Jeremy1012

Step across the prophets, the whores, the sinners
Outstretched on wooden planks
Drowning in stygian tides
They die for their own sins
Have trust
Realize now that you're in at the waist
Your God has vanquished your soul
O derelict martyr,
You bear His stigmata
Turn water to wine with silver and fire,
Preach to your blackjack table choir
They're sick and skinny just like you

this entire section is brilliant. dont ask me why but it really spoke to me. I really like the way that a few rhymes pervade into the poem, even though the structure is arhythmic in general. also, the "sick and skinny" part is great.

EvilToasterElf

Very nice, it could do with a little formatting, but that's just my taste in structure.

Your images synch really well with the overall tone