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Here’s To Las Vegas

half asleep
at a shimmering Las Vegas bar

watching the lights flash
and the last of the big time losers
still playing their hearts out,
blinking their eyes
in a two o clock in the morning haze.

And me

with just a few cents left;
can’t even afford
to buy this hooker on my arm
another vodka tonic
let alone
taste the young and luminous flesh
between her thighs.

Ending the night in oblivion,
alone in a hotel room
and feeling
as if the last strands of my existence
are strung out
across sparkling Nevada skies.


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