Too Long Gone

Back to my adopted wonderland,
home of the Gold Coast,
the Barbary Coast
and the roller '� coaster.

Paradise awaits,
All we can eat to our hearts content.
We stumble drunkenly,
unmolested by the constabulary.

See a show,
drop some coin,
graze down the strip,
ride the monorail.

'Resistence is Futile.
You will be assimilated.'�
Dine at Quark's and
tussle with a Klingon.

Viva Las Vegas!







Zombified

They trod, stumble, and amble
with wanton disregard
down the strip
only where I wish to walk,

obstructing free movement,
lost in thought and
bewildered amazement.

One foot in front of the other.
'Walk, damn you and
watch the blue suede.'�

The heat bears down
on their tender minds.
Is it any wonder

they have become
Zombified?




The King and I

We meet in a vintage theater
of historical insignificance,
the aging casino
long past its prime.

Tonight Elvis comes
alive once more
in a shimmering blazer,
black leather and a white, stylized jumpsuit.

The glory is revived
for the fans that remain
faithful to the message, even long
after the true King has passed.

Hips shake, the voice trembles
and the audience cheers
for an imposter with the best
of intentions.

The King is dead.
Long live the King.




Enjoy the Show

On the Strip another king resides
far removed from time and mythology,
carried on the wings of swallows, African or European.

It's Spamalot where they like to
push the pram alot
and sing and dance alot.

Propelled by coconut hulls and laughter
French taunting and disaster,
Arthur, King of Britains.

'It's just a flesh wound'�
'Bring out chor dead.'�
'I fart in your general direction.'�

They seek the grail,
but it's just a cup
about so big and so high.

Have you seen it?







Canadians Eat Fruit

Thus impeded and violated,
unable to move forward nor backward
through the checkpoint mandated by the state
for the protection of all
fruit and fruit-bearing vegetation.

I realize now, too late
that Candians eat fruit,
the kind forbidden to pass through
this gateway into the
Golden People's republic.

Others swarm by merrily
waved onward by inattentive attendants
to continue their homeward journeys
while I sit behind friendly foreigners unwittingly
obstructed by their appetite for golden delicious.

Perhaps next time
fried peanut butter and banana.

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