Monday, February 23, 2015

deserts as far as the eye can see

and a neon aurora dancing at a slight distance

the first (and so far last) time I saw Las Vegas

it was coming out of the desert

the night sky washing out as my travel companion and I

were rolling in for a $10 motel and a $3 breakfast

(this was a hell of a long time ago

you understand...)

it was like a bad sci-fi movie

some gofer's idea of Heinlein or Asimov

and just seven hours away from Santa Monica

to an early place where my life

would begin to fragment...

now when I think of it

it is more vivid than other memories to which I've clung

and to which I added onto my sad self-biography...

it means nothing now...Las Vegas and Santa Monica

so long ago that they sound like someone else's story...and are....

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