Walkways reek of vagrant dung dogs lick
Enmeshed in the comatose city.
The mire stays contained,
But ineradicable like blood spots
Lady MacBeth can’t remove with Comet.
I once took long walks
Through Vegas at night
But stopped when the city became
Too filled with everything bad:
Crime, road work obstacles, felons
& police everywhere.
You are the lowest common denominator
Of whatever species,
One with the hunted wild dogs
Though once you were in a better place
Time has only sullied
In the name of progress.
Give me the sights, sounds, & people
Of old Vegas long gone,
Just a picture souvenir discarded
Into a new urban junkpile
Tourist photograph
