a poem for these ever-increasing self-referential times
which could very well be set in Las Vegas
with its mini replica city/casinoes
but anyone who's been to the real Venice also knows this scene
a poem that replicates not one but two words effectively
and so we are left to ask:
what is real?
are we all tourists?
what an amazing city and literally a maze of a city
ah. . .Venezia, the Guggenheim, the boardwalks in flood times,
had Thanksgiving dinner there once in '86. Pizza, as I recall.