Las Vegas - 1960s
A series of poems
Pretty lights, imported from Hollywood and Vine begone
and Star Power - illuminated the night with Oceans 11
and trading pos with the cold white stars gleaming over head and
feet, on the Golden Nugget green.
Frisch weht der Wind,
August is not even close to the cruellest month, breeding
gangsters and ghost dealers in the
thousands, to throw away a king on the
flop. not knowing if it was the
right decision. Little life, with dry
dust and bitter tubers
watch the leads buried, on the
sand.
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Hillbillies and holy rollers by the craps
table and toilet,
to squeeze out the last heaping coins
in the pocket of delight
and wheeze as they got to the door
sunlight coming in through the window
Wo weilest du?
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Zung u zung u gu zung u zenga
the toy boys raided by less
flics for a bag of fertilizers and Fremont
ignoring civil rights and the jim crow present
White Patronage only on an unlevel planning field
on the segregated westside
El plan en plano e pannini.
Was not casino explanation still less
integration. there is a gene that is only on the Y.
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The Water Works
held back der Heimat zu
held back by the desert because there were
too many bodies, arranged so neatly
like stars in the heavens on the carpet,
that even infinity can not count.
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and yet that was long enough ago
that the majesty die Kaskade
is a precious memory in the
unreal city
Boulevard and Street
by the dam of the damaged
framed by oceans distant.
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poor fourth and pour forth
the unwritten written rule still stands
on the Hanged Man and The Fool
Cartomancy for Divination -
death and the will of fortune.
a triumph brought from other Europa.
the devil plays the world.
and the world plays back.