Vegas and Environs

Dear Missus,   In the distance, Vegas grows hydroponic from white grit.   As an honorary daughter of the Black Aircraft, I’ve seen true alien skulls,   hypersonic vehicles, bat crashing into squadrons,  the secret   flying machines Sabre & Penetrator. Dazzled by Sinatra   syncopated fountains, Sammy Davis Jr. afterhours at the Sands,   […]