on Fremont
on Fremont
– In its most basic sense, skepticism is about radical doubt: do we exist? Do others exist? Can we communicate at all?”
white trees with branches reaching to rest on barrel vault steel
Chantilly, spider web-like fingers
like you do on the table (upside down) when making a point
we are: buttonholed by cutouts Glitter Gulch Golden
Nugget Binions the Pioneer Vegas Vic
(lives on!) the cowboy salute the red-tipped cigarette
the hand that once waved now thumb pointing
an afterlife, over his pancake hat
a misting system, under his spurred boots souvenirs
gifts T-shirtsdeep fried butter! heart attack cafés
& how we portray hunger (on purpose
or otherwise) its heat & trinket emptiness
sunlit neon on dust-encrusted place settings still trying to impress
you, let’s love this aviary topiary butterfly house crystal
palace Quonset hut nut loaf cake tin canopy
& take pleasure in the sadness it brings
a curved space of strength we can’t reach
the horizon does not appear & perspective
is always about to arrive. yes, i hear
you’d like to be a canvas too
someday when everything is different, or the same
after we’ve exchanged the when what where how
i turn you inside out. then you are deciduous flowering
hardy the first to appear on fire-ravaged land
* Epigraph from Aron Vinegar. I am a Monument: On Learning From Las Vegas.MIT Press, 2008. p. 4.
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