Lost Vegas Poem by Dmitry Wild

Since 196o’s
The party never changed
the golden days of night
are still alive today

this carnival of souls
is a spectacle to admire
cockroach races
and drunken tango
gambling, and loose cards
photo booth over there
Leonard Cohen in the spa
Oh yeah sex and sweat
Smells of vintage boutiques
And river of the booze
Those are the diamonds
Of the night
Motorcycle starts
And goes flying under the roof
Jimmy I could
See you in between
those sweaty bodies
Being amazed, drunk, hungry
and I am lost
Just as I am
Passing by lost Vegas
Sphinx’s head sticking out of the sand
And the empire needle upside down
My caravan takes a different route
I will never follow your sand tracks
But here and there I see your steps
In the deserts and at the parties with minuets
and you will never walk on water
but my feet walk everywhere