a vegas heart

Las Vegas is a strange city to be sure: both residents and visitors
engage in bizarre behavior on each of 365 days,
but on Halloween, bizarre goes beyond all thought of boundary.

Green, gargoyled men and diminutive toddling skunks
walk the same halls, separated only by thin gauze
or perhaps mothers' fingers on either side of young faces.

The madness will stay there, if it acts according to promise,
and the rudeness will never escape, unless swallowed
and then smuggled out to an unsuspecting heartland.

Inside I gamble, spin the wheel, pull a handle and then
watch as my attentions turn and fail to line up in a row,
and the st0ne's throw is not very far away at all.

The heart is a strange place to be sure: both residents and visitors
engage in bizarre behavior on each of 365 days
and, on any given day, will escape all thoughtful boundaries.



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