I am Las Vegas

(Draft 7/12)

I am Las Vegas, witness the Strip
America's Main Street.
Reliving all your night dreams and memories.
Brunette in short black dress, with champaign bottle pointing,
legs spread, like a bridge, to an inviting view of The Venetian
from cement terrace at high rise condo.
She offers you a glance.

Without displacing the sight of your beloved,
the Retirement Community asks for you as well.
Elder Boomers await Death
between all you can eat seafood buffets
and Vegas' loosest slots.

I am the Entertainment Capital of the Western World.
I am the Pinnacle of Western Civilization.
I am America's greatest city.
I am the soul of our Nation.

I am Las Vegas.
Highest quality entertainment.
Tourists from the Heartland
drive 1852 miles
to see the Blue Man Group or just
mute Smurfs in 3-D.
Then drive back to subsidized farm near stripmall
to raise family and watch TV.

Celine Dion at What Cesars Palace looks like
to someone in America in the 1960s.

And KaKa, the newest show
That everyone must see.
Where cross-bearing acrobats with angels' wings and white sheets,
Fling shit at actors in tights below,
dressed as Mexicans, trying to pick grapes
while avoiding the Border Patrol
dressed as clowns.