SOMEWHERE IN VEGAS

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The clouds are covered in fishnets.
Slot machine syrup trickles from
Gun-shy mouths. The Wasteland
of False Jazz dies a dumb neon death
facedown in a pool of goose feathers.
The goldfish are happy. In the desert
a wallet is stolen from a dead caveman.
Pills are taken in the dark, video poker
Batman climbs out of his lunch bucket,
and an astray is dropped from the
emergency exit of a commercial airliner.
A cleaning lady discovers the cigar tomb
In Motel 6 and fills it with mice bones
So fools can sell gold to the television
on digital riots and Aztec green.
Venus dons her furs in the snakeskin
arcade. The roulette wheel is reinvented
(Someone upstairs is going, going, gone.
A vulture is not dying, only dead.)
When cannibalism reaches critical mass,
a gumdrop revolt is instigated
in the Home of Haggard Trumpets.
None survive.