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Monday, May 10, 2010

Vegas - with audio

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The drumbeat of lights
Hit upon the hearts
Of all who swam
Through the sea
Of turbulent sensation
Ping, Pop, Bing,
Ring, Tatatatatatatatatat!
The sounds like waves above
Pressed down
Then ebbed away
In a steady rhythm of tides

The smokey zeitgeist
Waded in and swirled
To flow within every breath
In pale inky silence
While each sensual statement
Expressed in procession
A play for passion
The Statues ached and cracked
As they blindly drank in the show
Naked and unfeeling like lost souls
While the crowds alternately
Bled and wept in tormented ecstasy
Or collapsed in brokenness and dejection

As in ancient times,
The spirit of forgotten Rome
Galloping, and cavorting now
Along this ocean-less shore
Draws in the wayward hordes
To give us milk and nourishment
From wolves boasting the breasts of a goddess
Like Romulus and Remus
At Lupa Capitolina
Only to cast them off again
After the games and revelry
To make war and plunder

Fountains of coins clanged
As they showered down
Like little metal birds
Pudda ping, pudda ping ping, ping ping, ping ping ping
Filling unholy grails
Fabric gold, satin dress
A plunging back line
Like an Athenian Arch
Eyes crawl down along
A neck fine and rare
To a vanishing point
Dark and unrelenting
There many dreams
Have found their rest

From the vaulted brush beaten sky
Ancient pillagers looked down
Upon reflections in a polished marbled plain
Those of the caught up,
And of those calling out
Lions, Warriors, Senators,
Caesars, Victims, Martyrs all
Till another, and another
Should fill the eyes and soul
Again and Again
Along the Appian Way
Like an overwhelming fountain
Upon an endless thirst
Aqueducts overflowing

Candied lips, dazzling eyes
A turn of the hip, A stab of a heel
So fair a skin, So keen the smile
Rounding away on a beautiful thigh
Coming back once again
O Those generous seekers
A shoulder bared
To catch a sigh
For the gaze of a Venus
Atop a sculpture of cream
Beneath the flowing flax
To the curves clinging well
Of all that ripples
Breathing in the night

Here, is capital gotten,
Stolen, spent and lost
In the wealth, and hearth
Hounds, and snares
Cats and cops
Politicians and kings
Perspiring, and expiring
Here, in the crowd,
A wash of humanity
Cries out veni vidi vici!
While asking, E tu, Brute?

There, in the fangs of hunger
Lay the hind and the prey
Bathing, Sinning, smiling
Laughing, living, blooming Moon
Waxing, waining, dying twightlight
Sweltering, melting asphalt Sun
Crying, loving, lusting
A Bloody city, a Cathedral 
Of Angels and Demons
Of the Living, and the Dead
Of the lost, at once -
Exalted and Lifted high
Or Beaten and Cast aside
Set up and knocked down
A Great Unholy Host
The Intoxication
Of Vegas.

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