I went to the casino
because it was the only place
I could wear my sunglasses indoors
clay chips like crickets chattering
Bells and whistles lights and air conditioning
absolute control
just as once I wish I had cold fingers
the rattle of bones is frantic
monuments to money built in deserts
an empty ocean sand swept
a vast swarms of lonely people like ants
who have lost so much they leave their last hopes to chance
Bells and whistles lights in their eyes
a flicker of addiction that will never stop
an empty ocean waiting to be filled.
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