VEGAS IN JULY
Tons of midnight asphalt
Burn the streets of July;
And the glory of glitter is coloured fire,
Heat storm, dark interludes
Of music & roulette.
Indigo deepens, and
A damp, purple motel maid
Watches with green eyes
From a shadowed balcony
At dawn.
Ghosts like lighted naiads
Shimmer across the desert floor;
While slot machines wearing white aprons
And red, beehive hairdos
Collect silver dollars.
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I was born in Roanoke, VA, and grew up in Chesterfield County near Richmond. True stories, which depict my life vividly and uncompromisingly, are my passion: notably the memoirs CHILDHOOD and MOSSBACKDRAGON. I am currently completing my third memoir, THE ROYAL ROAD TO THEBES.