I could squeeze a tumbleweed
for a drink, road shimmers slot machines;
car is broken
on top of some 50's peace signs,
painted into the tar,
melting from their memories
Got to get myself there,
before happy hour and two dollar
shooters, clean sand out of sequins,
rub shoulders in greasepaint
to hide the smell of leaking oil,
a sump plug, happy tourist informed
but never fixed. Cactus is pointing
towards the oasis, casting shadows
like neon flashes in a scrawny red sky
I may just sit on it, the only decent
prick I'll get for the entire trip
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lol... not everything stays in vegas i guess
clever, well written and fun
great entry
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lmao .. that last line.
There is a bitter edge in it's delivery, but I think it really sends this poem home.
Nicely done
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LOL...spikey indeed. This gave me a much needed chuckle.
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hehe...moments of madness today
Glad it made you smile C
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ouch.. spikey... the only decent prick..
sheesh, girl, i've said that a few times..
- they do think it's for stirring their tea with, yes?? lmao
great piece, feisty
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Been on a road to Vegas once...should have stayed in the desert lol less rats on two legs and the cactus started to look mighty inviting...mirage? eh maybe
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