North Side of Spring Mountain Road by the Strip: My 4th Attempt at Haiku

The edge of futuristic fashion
High living Wynn:
Homeless man sleeps in Esplanade

Downtown and Summerlin: My 3rd Attempt at Haiku

Struggling denizens
Gloomy depressed downtown --
Sunny rich Summerlin

Downtown: My 2nd Attempt at Haiku

Downtown Vegas
Bright neon motley lights:
Gambling addicted damned souls

The Perfume Man

This is my Las Vegas story.

I am the perfume man,
the fragrance guy,
the lover of scented people.

I believe in artificial scents,
non-human smells,
eradicate all natural human pheromones.

Educate the public,
make them more hygienic,
have perfumed libraries, schools, work places.

Damn those with chemical sensitives,
won't bow to their tyranny,
refuse to be in public and smell like natural child, man, woman.

Yes, I'm the perfume man,
the fragrance guy,
the lover of scented people.

This is my Las Vegas story.

My Las Vegas Designer Bags: My First Attempt at Haiku

brown, pink and straw bags
spring trends --
no sale

Past & Present

This is my Las Vegas Story.

Before I've arrived . . .

Professional,

Librarian,

UC Berkeley,

SUNY Buffalo,

This was me.

800 FICO Score,

A little house in suburbia,

A vacation home in Sin City,

A timeshare in Lake Tahoe,

Plenty of cash in the bank.

This was me.

Respected,

Love by community,

Role model to churro, chocolate, sweet rice & vanilla boys and girls,

This was me.

I have arrived . . .

Business man becomes delivery boy,

Librarians will not hire a leper boy,

Education becomes meaningless,

I think I'll burn my degrees.

This is me.

Afraid to look at FICO,

House and timeshare no more,

Vacation home becomes primary hole,

Cash is gone,

I think I'll cry.

This is me.

Disrespected,

Despise by professional class,

Family and friends secretly whisper, “What a shame,”

I think I've arrived to hell.

This is me.

What happen to me?

What have I become?

OH LORD, PLEASE SAVE ME.

This is my Las Vegas Story.

She's Gone: A Prayer

This is my Las Vegas story.

I received the email.

I made the call.

They told me.

I couldn't believe it.

Is this a trick?

I'm in so much pain.

Agony.

Why lord, why lord are you so cruel?

Why do you take away everyone and everything from my family and me?

Why do you have to make me into a modern job?

I'm in so much pain.

Agony.

You took away my dignity.

My livelihood.

My business.

My self-respect.

My profession.

I didn't mind this lord since i had to learn so many lessons.

But, you didn't have to take away my family!

You didn't have to take her!

She was so young. she had so much potential. she was beautiful.

I'm in so much pain.

Agony.

May be i shouldn't have come to this cursed city.

May be you were trying to tell me this.

Las vegas.

A place of broken dreams.

Broken spirits.

Death.

Sin.

Nonsense.

I'm in so much pain.

Agony.

May be if i didn't move to las vegas, she would still be here.

I would have told her that she was, and still is, love.

I would have told her that she had a great mind.

She should get her phd and become a philosopher.

She would have learned about web dubois, henry louis gates, marcus garvey, nietzsche, jung, freud.

She could have become one of the greatest thinkers of modern, our times.

Now she's gone.

She passed away.

Joining my family's beloved ancestors in the place of eternal rest.

I'm in so much pain.

Agony.

Yes, lord.

I shouldn't have moved to this cursed city.

It brought me.

My family.

My friends.

My loved ones.

So, so much pain.

I think this city of false hopes brings curses on newcomers.

It takes, takes away all from people who have dreams.

The slots.

Roulette tables.

Poker Video Games.

Take away our money, spirits, loves, lives.

May be lord this is why las vegas is called “sin city.”

After all sin means an action that is done without love.

A soulless city it is.

But, i'm angry, i'm grieving lord.

I'm in so much pain.

Agony.

Lord, i can't blame you.

You've already warned us.

Since adam and eve broke your covenant because of their primal disobedience.

We, as humans, were cursed until the time of our deliverance.

Our first mother and father lack faith in you.

They wanted all of from you.

They wanted to become gods.

So, our earthly mission is to suffer.

Lord, i have to blame someone or something.

Lord, i'll blame my pain, my cousin death on my adopted sodom and gomoroh.

After all lord, the children of adam and eve created sin city, the place of excess.

And, as your son mentioned that the payment of sin is death, physical and spiritual.

So, i blame my pain, i blame the death of my sister-cousin on las vegas.

My horrible decisions.

My bad luck.

I'm in so much pain.

Agony.

This is my Las Vegas story.

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO MY BELOVED SISTER-COUSIN.

A Blog Introduction: My Attempted Poetic Rant

Wide dusty roads,

Long boulevards,

Mini-city infant sub-divisions,

Deep valleys,

Mile long mountains,

Brown, tan everywhere,

This is my Las Vegas Story.

1^st class whites,

2^nd class Mexicans,

All others, including blacks, blending here and there,

Where is community?

This is my Las Vegas Story.

Valet drivers, delivery gals and washer men make 60 – 100K,

Beginning teachers barely survive,

Betting men make fortunes,

49^th in education,

Restaurant servant girls drive beamers and wear Gucci,

Public art galleries = almost zero,

This is my Las Vegas Story.

Truthfulness is the norm,

But decorum is none,

Soulless,

This is my Las Vegas Story.

The outsider rules,

The insider feels invaded,

Newbies say its only okay,

Older newbies say you'll get use to it, a decade or so,

Natives won't even speak, won't even welcome,

This is my Las Vegas Story.

This is my attempted poetic rant introduction.