unending desert stream of consciousness

jets rising 45 degrees angularly against the las vegas air
heading outward the desert bowl of barren mountainous hills
glaring sun above, 2 fists high to 10 degrees of incline's rise reposes
the jets carry more out of here while others simultaneously fly back in
their cargo hold full of gold to spend and waste, to dine and entertain

the roar of their kerosene engines make the valley tremble
miners long dead stare in wonder, 
their prospects turned to glimmering towers in shimmering heat
they never knew these would push their coins into slots 
replaced by papered slips redeemed for more and more
while shosone and mojave indian, native fellow ghosts, 
behold in wild wonder such things wrought 
the colored lights, feasts to the stomach, the eye and the skin

i stare across outside my high rise signature hotel through the acrylic glass
far into the distant edge of soft and dusty rims of landscape full of drought 
beautiful, yet dry and barren bare
overcome by man, made lush by ingenuity of brain, brawn and time
has transformed, transposed his print from rock to streets plush for play to worldwide

jets rising 45 degrees angularly against the las vegas air
heading outward the desert bowl of barren mountainous hills, 
while others simultaneously fly back in
their cargo hold full of gold to spend and waste, to dine and entertain
no threat of earthquake, hurricane or any kind of nature's calamity here
water in abundance, electric harnessed power to propel hard earned pleasure
all engines for fun and commerce work in servitude

the white plasma sun suspended above the ground shines brilliantly
it sparkles its rays off vast stretches of patches of cars' steel and glass far down below high rise room
one after another and constant more, jets ferry on the tarmac grounds 
prepare for take off for the upteenth times, taxi down and up since the town was born 
las vegas, the unending stream since first devised, unending flights soar in and out

the miner ghost goes back in his cave to dig for more of his gold
while the natives who eked a life with this desert long ago 
resume their vigilance to fight and stay alive in the killing heat