Fantastic Las Vegas,
With rain soaked streets.
His face grimacing from the cold mist,
he places the sunshine in his mouth,
then he takes flight.
The maze of noise,
and the haze of sorrow and joy,
passes him by in traces of Eden.
Walking past the fortune tellers and gamblers who want to shoot the moon,
stepping on wild orchids to protect the dandelions from being blown to the sky.
Tip-toeing down the road, so not to wake the priest,
who waits to drown him in blessed water,
while the prostitute performs his holy ceremonies in the church of perpetual tears.
Looking past the fire that destroyed the one arm bandits,
rolling up his sleeve in the forsaken shooting gallery's,
where politicians conspire against him.
Mulling thru the endless yamer of congratulations,
with the morning at hand, comes four aces and a king of the wild night.

























A loser in disguise is all the rage in this town - this is no dream, but Las Vegas tourism at its finest!!! A great piece (this is one ugly road trip I'll have to miss on my next trip to NV)... As they say here on AP, write on, shine on, Poet!!! 



























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