unending desert stream of consciousness

jets rising 45 degrees angularly against the las vegas air

heading outward the desert bowl of barren mountainous hills

glaring sun above, 2 fists high to 10 degrees of incline's rise reposes

the jets carry more out of here while others simultaneously fly back in

their cargo hold full of gold to spend and waste, to dine and entertain

the roar of their kerosene engines make the valley tremble

miners long dead stare in wonder, 

their prospects turned to glimmering towers in shimmering heat

they never knew these would push their coins into slots 

replaced by papered slips redeemed for more and more

while shosone and mojave indian, native fellow ghosts, 

behold in wild wonder such things wrought 

the colored lights, feasts to the stomach, the eye and the skin

i stare across outside my high rise signature hotel through the acrylic glass

far into the distant edge of soft and dusty rims of landscape full of drought 

beautiful, yet dry and barren bare

overcome by man, made lush by ingenuity of brain, brawn and time

has transformed, transposed his print from rock to streets plush for play to worldwide

jets rising 45 degrees angularly against the las vegas air

heading outward the desert bowl of barren mountainous hills, 

while others simultaneously fly back in

their cargo hold full of gold to spend and waste, to dine and entertain

no threat of earthquake, hurricane or any kind of nature's calamity here

water in abundance, electric harnessed power to propel hard earned pleasure

all engines for fun and commerce work in servitude

the white plasma sun suspended above the ground shines brilliantly

it sparkles its rays off vast stretches of patches of cars' steel and glass far down below high rise room

one after another and constant more, jets ferry on the tarmac grounds 

prepare for take off for the upteenth times, taxi down and up since the town was born 

las vegas, the unending stream since first devised, unending flights soar in and out

the miner ghost goes back in his cave to dig for more of his gold

while the natives who eked a life with this desert long ago 

resume their vigilance to fight and stay alive in the killing heat