The Las Vegas lightening was invigorating
much more so than the blippityblingblang
drone of monetary ignorance
and the glare of throbbing neons
through a rainspewn windshield.
Monday morning in Vegas
was so far from my imagining...
somewhere in the distance of the
International Airport
is a single slotmachine
dinging away, and figures with
empty pockets strewn about the floor,
snoring, awaiting
flights back to 9-5 and billcollectors,
debts and the pump of heels on concrete,
pushing rayon skirts beyond the
just-above-the-knee mark.
In the casino a headache crowded my skull,
as if so many of those hoping to make it big were in there, crooning
win the big bling, the faraway glimpse
of millions and millions and forget
all you owe, because this, baby,
is a tabula rasa palimpsest.
Thunder and rain, lightening
and the flame of a distant fire burning
in a home I don't have keep me awake
and clear my aching brain of
indirection and a pain
I can't quite put my foot down on
to stomp out the want of something
I know I don't deserve at this turn
of tides in a desert of vice
and romping indecision.
Like those pilgrims
nearly 400 years ago
who first set foot on that Rock
to face a near future
of starvation and strife with HEATHENS,
this life is studded with the dreams
we don't quite know how to pursue
because we have yet to stumble upon
the resources or the aide of some
abiding alibi, sometimes love.
The heathen strangers like us
who are not along for the promise
of god's chosen this-and-that riprap
of give and give and take even more
gluttonously,
we we will somehow prevail
the loss of a diligence in favor
of a remote-controlled digified hifi
rancor in order to simplify.
We we will scale down to the bare threads
of that which will force us to breathe
in deeply the follies of our ingenuity.
all we must do
is to
realize
that
each
breath
we
take
is our own.
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