Las Vegas

I need a bigger pen

to write about Las Vegas

and a bigger book to write it in
A pen
with pictures of Elvis
or the Rat Pack
etched on its barrel
picked out in diamonds
and rubies
A book
covered in the skin of okapi
its leaves rolled from the finest papyrus
stolen from a Pharoah’s tomb

And I must clear my mind
as I write about Vegas
of Elvis singing Heartbreak Hotel
to the jingle of slots
and Frank singing
My Way
on a loop
from here to eternity