We are always caught in the middle
and in the eye of my wrath
are those cute little truncations
that have, with brash persistence,
pretended to have forgotten
these true idenities of everything.
There are no tuxedos or limousines,
vegetables,
or Labrador retrievers in Las Vegas.
There is no Las Vegas here,
it may cling to life as far as we know,
all of that forced formality is gone,
there is no Las Vegas in this circle.
And those words we have forgotten,
just like that song we used to hum
and that author we used to quote
with his inspirational theories,
but as far as I know,
all of those words we knew
are missing and presumed dead.