Saturday, December 24, 2016
June Calender writes
National Flight 674
The crowd on the way to Las Vegas
Is raucous as a spring invasion
Of starlings commandeering trees
And telephone wires.
We fly over mountains and desert
To an oasis of neon-glow lighting
Faux pyramids and palaces –
Fun Land! – bland entertainment,
Slot machines everywhere, nonstop
Games of chance, safe decadence
For those who imagine they want
Anonymous fucks and easy bucks.
Gomorrah was a child’s lemonade stand
Compared to Vegas’ glittering promises
Of good times, for a weekend, for a price.
Bright Lights City.... -- Raymond Sipos
Vegas -- Elaine Duras