never been to las vegas but I have a deck of cards.

never saw showgirls but I know the desperate
take action eventually.
six of spades, the fours,
a few jacks and a queen
all dollar signs in their vest pockets and corsets.

what little there is to show for a nights’
trials is buried in the bags, the
delirium tremens, the weak parts around
the kneecaps where buildings are built
and sold in mathematical equations.
yeah, ladies have it rough.
them packaged up, them bought and sold.

out here i keep hearing the same show tunes.
chicks and ducks and geese better scurry-
reminds me of the prom.  reminds me
of the first date.  that blondie i
impressed with old yarns i made up
on the spot, the red head i pushed away,
the black haired girl who fended me
into a deep sleep.

this is just a boat.

this is just a dream.