Las Vegas is a world apart from reality.


The Maiden of Mandalay Bay

Whip thin
Tall
Auburn red hair
In frozen random curls
Eyes Grecian blue
Behind mascara veils
Demerara skin with pearls
Gowned in liquid black silk
Decolletage to her navel
Hips and breasts
Plastic perfection
Heels impossibly high
The essence of desire
Alluring in demure passivity
Touchable
An exquisitely tied lure
for unwary out of town
Rubes




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-09 at 16:11

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Wumbulu
Fly fishing metaphore? Nice, well thought out and written. Thanx.
2012-04-17


John Ashleigh
This is a very good tribute - you literally bring this poem to life. I love the imagery also. Another accomplished poem. Thankyou for sharing it with us. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2012-04-12


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2012-04-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! I really enjoyed this, and you've aptly portrayed one of the sirens of Las Vegas. I'm headed there at the end of May. Alas, I'll be far from The Strip and the fantasy. I'll be in Henderson, among doughy retirees and strip malls. This would be the ultimate tragedy of that town: it's not that you never took that silicone princess to your heart-shaped bed; it's that you moved there, hoping to live like Wayne Newton, only to learn that those who must toil may as well have stayed in Dubuque.
2012-04-11