a type of poem, a vegas poem
one of these days i'll write one
i was married in vegas so it makes good sense
to write one i should have something to say
about the place the sadness of the thrill
of arriving there by myself that first time around 4 am
cruisin' the strip over and over back and forth taking it all in
a few beers and slots and walking around
the burst in the desert at night in the distance sparkling
and there is nothing else to think but electricity
most every year we went there on our anniversary
i like to remember popping that cork a little before sunrise
at the little table by the window facing the train tracks
in our room at the Union Plaza it was right to see this too
this dusty old vegas worn carpet and wood the weather
never quite right this vegas of the mind though for decades
back in high school talking fear and loathing
in the new PS 13's schoolyard the possible black market
for adrenals and how much of hunter was true
and how was it true i carried vegas with me for decades
before i drove in from the night from the paperback
in the schoolyard with the spauldeens and spauldinis
slapping against the wall me seeing a suitcase full of drugs
steadman's bats and blotches married in vegas and before it was through
i took her to see the movie depp as hunter she thought
it was going to be something like this buffet and slots thing
and wanted to leave i was laughing like a fool and so she had
another reason to leave me but another time we partied
a week in vegas she nearly peed herself at a leno show



�2005 by John Eivaz