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David Van-Cauter Poems
Ballad of Las Vegas
By night, Jack walked the Vegas Strip,
avoiding lights and brash hotels
and people pushing in the dark
with hands of silver, dreams to sell.
His pockets bare, except for three
scuffed marbles he had found somewhere
and brought to peddle on the street
to random souls who wandered there.
He caught a woman’s eye and said,
“These marbles, ma’am, you need to own.
Just plant them by your hotel bed
and in the morning they’ll have grown.
Behold this marble: see its bubbles
float, entranced, like tiny pearls.
If they’re released, they’ll multiply
to bring you limitless returns
exploding through the hotel roof,
to make a fortune in the sky,
mapped out with marbles, tumbling
like slot machines before your eyes.”
He sold them for a modest sum –
enough to buy himself a meal –
and as he ate, he thought of all
the dreams that he could beg or steal,
compact them into glass and roll
them nonchalantly down the street.
Next time you’re on the Vegas Strip,
look out for marbles at your feet.
Long days, long journeys
to new destinations,
hours of desert roads.
Heat rising on the road ahead
looks like puddles,
till you see it close, and it goes.
The air outside is alien –
we breathe familiar songs,
the dust of home,
as we chase sunsets,
trying to catch the final rays
in a tiny metal box,
reaching out for the reddening.
So pretty, you say,
The night expels us
like uninvited guests
who have stayed too long.
Tomorrow we travel a new road
towards a new death,
only so we can say
we were there
and we saw
how it ended.
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|poetryid||David's poems||0||Jul 31 2007, 7:01 AM EDT by poetryid|
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Enjoyed both of these poems. I particularly liked the feeling of moving through the landscape, you manage to convey in 'Chasing Sunsets' and the concurrent sense of moving through life towards another ending- every day being a journey of some sort. Beautiful photographs.
|lubetkinsue||poems||0||Jul 27 2007, 1:48 PM EDT by lubetkinsue|
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The Las Vegas poem I particularly like for the quality of fairy-tale, which captures the pull of the place for I imagine most people who go there. The filmic nature of the second one is striking. I wonder if the first stanza which sets the scene could be sharpened a bit. In the second it all gets going.
|lubetkinsue||poems and pictures||0||Jul 27 2007, 1:41 PM EDT by lubetkinsue|
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