las Vegas


Ole planned
to go


to Las Vegas
but he didn't make it


his untimely death
got in the way


(such are the plans
of mice and men


they say)
he even noted it


on his
Face Book page


in passing


as if
a whole clear road


was visible ahead
(now he's dead)


but I can can see him
now in spirit


making his
own way there


taking in
the bright lights


the neon signs
the shows


to be seen
(getting in for free too


what a Mutley laugh
that will bring)


and Ole
in his black hat


and coat and shirt
and dark shades


making his way
at his own


slow pace
around the casinos


his ghostly hand
pulling a few arms


of one armed bandit


while the punters
look on


shit witless
as the arm


goes down
again and again


or in the other games
I can see you


taking your own part
your sense


of gamble and fair play
wandering the tables


ghostly whispering


(in your quiet voice
being nice)


having a cool beer
at the bar


or Jim Beam
or Jameson


if they've got it
you sitting there


the barman unaware
you there


taking in
the whole scene


the big shows
the bright lights


neon signs
wish I


could go there
with you


walk at your side
sharing a beer


or whiskey
a soft conversation


or that special silence
we often shared


when words
weren't needed


where the bond
was strong


go to Vegas my son
go to Las Vegas Ole


take in
the whole scene


of Vegas fun
my departed son.

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Tiffany's and Iced Coffee

I’m in that mood.
The one you feel when it’s Friday.
The one you feel when you watch the end of Breakfast at Tiffany’s,
The one you feel when it’s a cloudy day,
And you put on a sad song,
A song that was written today, but should have been written in the nineteen-fifties,
Or sixties.
The one you feel when you want someone to love you,
And hold you in their arms,
But no one’s there.

I’m in that mood.
The one you feel when you’re in a car,
And you want to be in Las Vegas at night,
To see the lights.
The one you feel when you drink iced coffee,
Sugar-free, nonfat milk,
And it’s ten o’clock at night,
And it’s too late to be drinking iced coffee,
But you do it anyway,
Because you can.
The one you feel when your heart hurts,
For no reason at all,
Or lots of reasons you don’t know about,
Hurting over things that haven’t happened yet,
And you’re frustrated you can’t get them to happen.
So you wait for when it does.

I’m in that mood.
The one you feel when you grab a Pepsi the fridge,
Diet, on ice, in a glass,
Not in a cup,
And it’s eleven o’clock at night,
And it’s too late to be drinking diet Pepsi,
But you do it anyway,
Because you can.
The one you feel when you want to take a trip to a gas station,
To buy M&M’s with the peanut butter inside,
But not peanuts,
And more iced coffee,
But the gas station doesn’t sell iced coffee,
So you buy hot coffee and put it on ice,
And pretend you bought it that way.

I’m that mood,
The one you feel when you see a plastic bag in the parking lot,
And you know you should pick it up
and throw it away,
But you don’t,
And you feel guilty,
But then it goes away,
Because it really isn’t a big deal.
The one you feel when you want everything to be in black and white,
And you think about your life,
And how time goes by so quickly,
And how you never want this moment to end,
Because it’s perfect,
And you love the bitter sweetness of it.
And it’s too late to feel bittersweet,
But you do it anyway,
Because you can.


Being 19 in las Vegas 

Old enough to buy cigarettes
Too young to buy beer
No clubs for us to go to
what is there to do here ?

House parties aren't safe 
And the strip ain't no fun
every bodies pregnant
And everyone has a gun

Girls with straight A's
now on crack
And the girl from next door 
Is now on the track

Your cousin is gay
you got gangstas on the downlow
Everyone's fucked everyone
As Vegas beings to grow

No ones in college anymore
Everyone's dropped out
Living with their parents
Just waiting to move out

everything is open 24 hours a day
7 days week
It's hard for us to get jobs
Cause they say our resume is weak

So as we wait for our big break
We chill at home at smoke
Plan out our life
And just pray and hope

That one day we will get out
out of our parents house
Then out of las Vegas
Away from the chaos
Away from familiar faces
A new surrounding

No one gave us directions
On how to embrace the changes
That we're so suddenly gonna
Happen after graduation.

A day living in las Vegas 
Is just an ordinary day
Nothing ever changes
There's no other way

I'm fromm the east side of las Vegas
 But we've all seen every inch of las Vegas
And we're only 19
Nothing is here for us
All we have are fake friends
And good associates.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope you enjoyed it. this is just a glimpse of what goes on beyond the strip.

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