...and the stars don't really care

shooting stars

like legends

[evaluating a cherished symphony

we saved more than you understand

for that day

when all explodes deeper in the sky

and dismisses the choir

vaulting from legends]

drenched in the sky

triumphantly dedicated to the trickling

[flows] from mercury flutes

lightning

through colorless hotel rooms

above

The Sands

The Majestic

The Desert Pavillion

aridly drenched

[savoring the sun]

slipping through

half-lit corridors

filtering tobacco haze

over sapphire stained benches

line-up line-up

and drive us down

the stars don’t mind

they rapid fire across celestial systems

ripping skin 

evaluating their chances

for long-term survival

purity marrow

into night

trickling

like lute strings 

tuned taut

Then we're back 
at The MGM Grand
The Mirage
back in the bleached pool yard
pacing like filters 
that fell from cigarettes
kicked around the alley 
between clanging unfiltered stand-alone spins.