Tag: Las Vegas

  • WILD HORSES

    Las Vegas. How glorious!
    It’s a hot diggity dog free-for-all.
    No planning, no zoning –
    dump it all out there
    on dry-as-a-bone high desert,
    a pawnshop, carwash
    heaven.

    Million dollar-gated communities rest flush against junked car yards with razor wire fences,
    graffitied underpasses and washed out
    arroyos with undocumented poverty up the
    wazoo.

    In the middle of which someone has dropped
    a statue of liberty, a sphinx and a pyramid
    stitched together by a roller coaster -
    “Oh, say can you see!"

    People flock here to drop millions.


    “They’ve shipped the wild horses north.” The park ranger told me.
    “They couldn’t survive here.”