Ah Vegas

Ah Vegas You call me now In ways no longer reserved For asylum jingles or perverse tours of duty Those missions have been won Decorated in myth Perpetuated by views and cues As wartorn players revel In memories Gaunt from melted time Quantum distance And duty laden with mirth-like urgency Oh Vegas You're still my girl Always fond of freedom's sweets You lavishly pour my way I still promenade with the throngs The cousins you deliver upon arrival All in tandem, synced in mood Joy tendered from precious metals Imported by the river's greedy decree Flowing in by buckets Trickling out by accidental drops Leaked from diseased spittoons I watch this Through eyes singed by hemlock's past Through windows sealed by labor's virtue Balance, I conclude Has been achieved As past wickedness Forced hands Grips firmly in rhythm The beat remains yet modulates To soulful prancing and mitigated madness Since these glowing tapestries These ardent vats adorned By Satan's grotto No longer sting of zest and legend Which endure through Dust, illusion and amplified pride Meant to inspire the next of kin The bonus babies Destined to sketch The next chapters of glee gone awry. (6/16/08)