A.
Time for a reset
breaking off the rust
From a deep rooted anchor
Recall
The last month
The last year
Has wiped itself away
Avoiding
This task
This pain
This mirror
A sea of many answers
Selection
Generates the only difference
Between
Being vague
or to the point
B.
These damn drugs
Have me all fucked up
More than the usual substance abuse
Or everything has crashed at the same time
What difference does it make
Only that perfection
Even in destruction
Has its highs and lows
This experiment
Can cross into the realm of insanity
Strength
Keeps me from giving up
Cracking in
Rest and sleep
Are temporarily solutions
While waiting for another assignment
Another mission
Action
Heat
Adversity
There is a hunger
For this kind of fix
The adrenline
The moment
The need for quick decisions
Guess I wore the wires ragged
Years in the making
Being sick
Rundown
Or just needing to write
All the crazy things
Going on in my life
Nothing left now
But to get down
To the work
Which for some reason
Always seems to be the hardest part
C1
Sitting at this bar on a Tuesday afternoon
Drinking expensive beer
That would have never
crossed my mind
Twenty years ago
When I was content
With stealing domestic beer
Out the back of the local grocery store
Paying today anywhere from four to eight dollars for a beer
And sometimes even more ridiculous amounts of money
For something crack fiend beer brew crafters
Put about as much passion into
As Owsley did in making his batches of LSD
I still am taken back a bit
At my frivolous nature
That long ago would have cringed at the thought
Of a one hundred dollar bar tab
When I was making four hundred bucks a week
Yet today
The money does not seem too awkward
Could be the social aspect
Of my business
Seems like all high pressure business has this as a factor
If only to schmooze other clients
Or battle through the insanity
Of another action packed street fight
In the business market
Or production meeting
Where dollars appear
To be getting the fine tooth comb
Will the excess of yesteryear be stripped away
From a generation that has become
Wired
To go full on
From the success
To the post party celebration
Pushing the boundaries of accomplishment
To be eventually tempered
By the realization
That this self indulgent circle
Of making deals might fall apart
At any moment
Not today in NYC
Even at this afternoon hour
Where the happy hours
Are more packed than usual
Pints of beer
Going down like an afternoon ball game beer
Towers of lager four feet high
Make their way amongst large tables of co-workers
Moving forward
Only desiring to work harder
Contribute more and expand into the future of global business
Who has time to worry about the fallout
The playing field has only been getting larger
Others have made new in roads
But are new to the game
The refined details
The slick imagery
The dream makers
This is our domain
What we do
Make the customers believe
No matter what the product might be
Call it art
Manipulation
Snake oil
What ever the title
There is still plenty of work
To be done
Infusion of social mediums
Into the new purchasing of digital pipelines to the future
As consuming habits
Move across the pacific
Everyone
Still wants
To be cool
Accepted
And one up on the competition
Even at this bar today
Many of the patrons
Are masters of this illusionary form
unconcerned of the morality
Behind fleecing
A naive public
All too willing to buy
Into a lifetime of motion picure fantasy
Action filled car commerical;s
Multi use technology
Hip clothes
And the transformation
Of the internet delievering the self esteem their families can't provide
M.
Vegas icons
Prostitution
Illegal
Drugs
Illegal
As young women
And dark sedans
With middle aged men
Who have money and need
Look to intersect
On these amber lit streets tonight
I am a tour guide
For a television producer
Attempting to unearth
The already oversaturated perverse image
Of a city
Where men park in dark abandon neighborhoods
To come inside
The mouths of young runaways
While street pro hookers
Gather at bus stops
Chatting amongst each other
As we pass them in a SUV
The video camera hanging out
The window
Probably does not help
Only raises suspicion
The director of photography is focused
On another pass
Down the neon lit signs
On the northern part of Las Vegas Boulevard
I slow the car down to a crawl
Other drivers are confused
And pass us while the director
Hangs out the passenger side with a video camera
Have to drive through some
Of the harder streets of Vegas
to get back to the signs once more
The kind of street where
Merely driving down it
Suggests the driver is looking
For drugs, sex, or both
Women cruise this street at the moment
All black and attractive
Protected by some sort of invisible code
Half street life
The other half dominate male figure
With criminal record
But that does not stop
The random sociopath
From chopping one of these women into firewood occasionaly
Another pass in front of the bus stop
All the ladies have
Either acquired customers
Or ran for cover once
They saw the video camera
Everyone out here at the moment
Has a purpose
Even our guerilla film crew of three
Dramatize
The naked nature of Las Vegas
The dream
Not much dream on these streets tonight
Maybe dreaming
Of being anywhere
But on these streets
Hustling
Sucking
Fucking
Their way to nowhere
Permanetly
Till death
Which some might hope
Comes relatively quickly
Life in these neighborhoods
Either consists of a series of part time jobs
Welfare
Or street income
Who else would endure
Neighbors who stay up
All week
Smoking meth
Selling crack
Hosting johns
Loud jostling sex sounds
Through thin walls
Why protest
They will just beat the shit out of you anyway
When no one is around
Fixed income
Illegal residents
Your own personal war zone
Before and after dark
So easy for us to sightsee
Though a bit dangerous
And not entirely without risk
Still
Visual objectification
Must continue
The conscious
Continual streaming
Of base animal lust
Violence and oppression
For my co-workers
Nothing more than a documentary film
Playing itself out
Right before our eyes
The only shame from their angle
Is they cannot bring all the action
On a Friday night
To the general public
Outside of all the toursits
Who opt for the more colorful accommodations
Littered throughout the North Las Vegas Strip
Hourly Hotels
More than enough time
For Joe Six Pack
To bust a nut
In some random female street walker
Or transvestite
Who knows
I can feel
Dark
Irrational presence
Heathens
Craving
Cheap
Plentiful
Lobotomized humans
Fully stocked of homemade narcotics
And condoms
While shooting some footage for the show
A couple of the more curious hookers
Stop and ask what we are doing
Not out of malice
But out of a business slanted invitation
Worked in at the end of the question
Slip in a possible video shoot
At one of the local hourly motels
Everyone is invited
This one woman
Early twenties
Sure does not look like
The stereotypical prositute
Looks like any woman
You might see her age
On a college campus
Bar or nightclub
Yet this is Vegas after all
As if her being on the streets
Can be considered out of the ordinary
Times are tough
There are a million stories
Avenues of suffering
Malnourished
Invisible to everyday life
Residing where society
Turns a blind eye
A living is a living
20 dollar rocks
100 dollar cocks
I stay inside the car
Merely a chaperone
As a group of construction workers
Come out of an adult video store
Where first timers
Try themselves out in the dollar booths
Not yet ready for the larger stages
Of the more premiere strip clubs in the city
Maybe some first timers
In the construction workers group as well
Guys who might be ready
To cross the line
Into more subversive behavior
On this block
It's more like walking outside
Or crossing a street
Opening a passenger door
To a lonely lady on this Friday evening
The night is unseasonably warm which means business
Should be steady until the first snow or cold weather
Producer says we have captured enough
Visual documentation of the seedier life in Las Vegas
I couldn't agree more.
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