you see now
the trail to here went up
into flaming colors of purples
and silky blues and satin silvers
smooth dresses, girls licking gold
chains and me licking girls
now falls in dusk white clouds,
foglight and highbeams proven ineffectual
steal the diction of crackling fireworks
the politics of slot machines
the afterburn on our jet lagged retinas
save all our stories to memories
to dream about them later
if we even remember they exist
thousand dollar dinners
and dancing before/after
O Vegas, O november,
beautiful fall and long weekends
with friends i hope i'll still
be with for life
