Third-hand
Glamour
all
sinking
epiphanies
of
a postcard sleazy
city
surpass an (un)
steady
stream of
gamblers
slot machines
punters
titty-twisters
plungers
roulette wheels
dead
celebrities
solemnizing
fleeting love
dancers
shaking their
pathos
into blank stares
(all
dizzying overindulgences,
encouraged soul
surrender)
desert
sand
pancaked faces tipped
cacophonous
neon sky-high
cowboys
distort
already bleary eyes
it’s vulgar
bombastic
proudly
tacky
third-hand glamour
I wanna go
***
It’s a good thing that my bud came
through with a post-holiday prompt this morning. The newspaper bin was still
full of yesterday’s edition so there was no crossword for me to do on the way
to work.
Prompt was Las Vegas. It was fun.
In propinquity,
Nic
If I didn't want to avoid Sin City before (which I did), I most certainly do now! Nice work, Nic - you've captured the whore in all her tawdry glory, not to mention the glazed multitudes who pay her exorbitant fees for hollow pleasures.
ReplyDeleteThis might be an unnecessarily harsh criticism of a gambling tourist's Mecca, but there is nothing remotely appealing to me about Las Vegas. IN a word, "Yuk".