On the Boulevard,
silicone implants and fanny packs
ceremonially gather at the altar of
LED and neon idols.
They wander through the desert, past
a pyramid, a castle, the Eiffel tower
drowning their sins in yard-long margaritas,
exchanging sacred vows in the church of Elvis.
Porn slappers peddle smut on the corner
in florescent green T-shirts reading
“Ladies direct to you!”
Let them eat shrimp cocktail
and prime rib, fill our collection basket with
the fruits of their labor. We’ll build
yet another towering shrine
on a foundation of imported marble, tinted glass
and drunken regrets.
To sell this city we’re selling out,
while those who dirty their hands
to create the fantasy from bricks and mortar
are losing their homes
and stripped bare.
Originally published Sep. 29, 2009. Re-published today for Monday Poetry Potluck.
If only everything weren’t a gamble! Unfortunately, most of the time, it does tend to be just another gamble after all.. Even the unsellable gets sold! 😦
A very nice message conveyed thru’ your poem here..
Bravo!!
Thanks Kavita. Sometimes it does feel like everyone has something to sell…I guess that’s why ebay does so well, haha. Thanks for taking a gamble on my blog. 😉
Thank you everyone who has responded and if you are new here, welcome! I will be by to visit your blogs!
great piece. i tend to like any poetry on the topic of vegas. captures the decadence well. good job!
Perfect imagery… and the last lines were great way to give your thoughts about those who create it all in the first place…
Thanks for sharing…
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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you made it beautiful.
Glad to have you share your talent with potluck…
keep smiling.
Happy Wednesday.
xxx
such a good sensory poem.
and telling.
extremely vivid, and great message. Bravo!
harsh realities and forgotten sentiments- its looming around us! thanks for this sharing!
the ugly truth. I like the way you write… your style appeals to me. Enjoyed this frist visit to your blog
cheers
Luke @ WordSalad
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You clearly feel very strongly about this and have expressed it very well. It must be a strange city to live, for sure.
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/my-fortress/
that’s powerful…
Here is one of my entries, an award is attached, thanks for the support.
Nice social commentary. Maybe part II of this saga can involve the water. An oasis of imported water disguised as tropical paradise, complete with mermaids and waterfalls…
i have never been
have always sensed a sadness
you paint what i feel
Lovely, raw words. Thank You. Namaste. 🙂
I absolutely love this one. Very viseral, very raw. Reminds me of Las Vegas or New York. Excellant work!
Aleza this is a great poem! Just terrific and heartfelt. My impression of Vegas the two times I’ve been there. It’s not much better here. This one will stay with me a long time.
Wow, harsh, vivid, true.
Great poem. Buying a home shouldn’t be a gamble, but in Vegas, it is.