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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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