poem of the day April 12 

How did

this happen?

Somehow I

have ended

up in a casino

on the Vegas strip

sitting at a table

watching vices

Sexy girls

Drunk men

Street urchins

and the smell

of make and money

bang, bang

loud machines

loud people

loud lights

made for an

interesting hustle

I have to say

the last minute

hotel deal has

immersed me

in a culture of 

superficial greed