the last sip

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All written content © 2012-2013 Helenna Santos-Levy


Las Vegas snow globe

You shake me and I fly
above the clouds in this curved round world.

Light reflecting on the covered glass desert.

blind above the sky
knees scraping along the care bear clouds of silver and gold flecked stars and hearts.
weightless wandering
grasping onto the plastic hands of Elvis.

We all go down eventually.

Hitting land
tumbling and running
arms outstretched
grasping at the beautiful steam of this mirage.

I know this place,
what it wants from me
organized chaos
in a single instant
it scares me still.
We never rest,
we are always moving,
organs pumping,
breath quivering.

I’ll forever be afraid of this giant curved womb.

I flounder among these hotels and casinos and giant palm trees.
Until you shake me again.
Uproot me.
And my nightmare begins once more.

your miniature Las Vegas Showgirl
in plastic sequin
a plastic queen in
your perfect plastic world.

 All written content © 2012 Helenna Santos-Levy

down town

what is there to learn from the everyday
from the Grind?
walking beside each other
not smelling the desperate hopeless stench
of the businessman on the corner
waiting for green
for Go.
Mothers, Strippers, Lovers, Killers
everyone trying to get by
walk don’t walk
caught at a perpetual yellow light
in traffic
needing to be somewhere by 3pm
Sisyphus on the mountain.
Where does all of the time go?
Time, square. Here or There.
all the same in the corporate church
selling sanctuary for less
Air Bags Included.

 All written content © 2012 Helenna Santos-Levy

the artists

Jim Morrison once said,
“We could plan a murder, or start a religion.”

Our volatile, volatile minds.

Volcanic activity erupting under the surface.
White-ashed shadows
mixing the meaning of black and white,
like stone cold monuments
shielding the dark from the sun.

But we are also doves of anarchy,
and clowns of shifting perception.
We see the other side, the eclipse,
the paralleled paradox of now,
and show it to the masses, the soldiers, the they.

Because, “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”
The creators, the lovers, the dreamers, the perceivers,

the eyes.

 All written content © 2012 Helenna Santos-Levy