Vegas

Miles and miles

Of the United States of

Nothingness; a solitary

Cigarette of happiness dangles

From the side of a racing

scarlet convertible,

impervious to the desert

Wind, which is itself

Retaliation against speed.

Speeding towards

A purveyor of

Hope.

Miles and miles

I have travelled in solitude

Just me and my ironic cigarette, and

The theater of my mind is running

Advertisements -

Billboards that approach billious

And brilliant and increasingly

Behemothic until they vanish -

The Great American Highway is

A Capitalist-Zen dream.

Miles and miles,

And then:

A neon oasis.