For The City

Certain patterns recur
everywhere in the city.
Cigar throated palms
blister next to a warbling

SUV drunk from petroleum.
The vendors at the drive
thru KFC have the sound
of casino chips ringing

in their ears. Walking down
the strip, rubber sneakers
melt under an artificial heat.
They listen to their owners

hearts waiting for the next
big roll, each ventricle spread
open, dazed and confused
from last night's hit.

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