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over the limit

where is the endangered rhino
in dreams not deceiving us
of these questions in a Vegas lounge
you'll receive stares or silent shrugs
no echo steers to mirrored walls
of neon
which enfold the light drunken
shit-faced sombreros dance to
in penthouse suites reserved
for pederasts
my child-woman aspired to
turning my inner child around
that Christmas eve I waited for her
(& all the mascara-smeared others)
to bail me out
from the Hard Rock high-roller's
jail of sad-ass gambols
Jimi's guitar keeps playing taps
for a nite no one escapes from
losing your birthright
on some absent savior's
crap table