I’m in Nevada and….

Vegas drains a mountainside on the lucky side of a dam
like a rhinestone predator. long cars farce along the black ribbon
of plastic dreams and cigarettes pirouette
in the draft of speeding motorists
with stunted maps.
they go where the lights are laughing.
and stay for the pun.
Cactus and miracles shave their heads
because buying  a T-shirt would be
******,

while meteors and one armed bandits
shimmer in the ruthless elegies
of our superfluous Jade.

i Love Something
Anyway.