The Show – Vegas 2012
The water and a glass-lined desert protect me
from the harsh fade of heat.
The flashing heat mirrors across faces
the commercial drum beat strums
hot skin and thumping hearts
pounding out a healthy tune.
People come to Vegas to be someone else
step into studded slippers, swing through crystal curtains at The Cosmopolitan
oval ceiling float over black jack tables
gold tassels pull back an open dangling atrium.
You may swim from between the glistening towers at the Monte Carlo, and come into a world built for enjoyment, an open show of ‘life’ on the streets, just as real as
diamonds floating in the desert.