Desert Ride

a broken bottled oasis flashes in the distance. bent waves of light whether the skies burnt skin. Some kind of desert revival whose chapeled steps are cindered bones Flashes and fades buckles and lies down. Shed the skin and rattle turn the throtle speeding faster by to leave no trace. slant mouthed informal mirage. whispers in canyons and red rock hollows, echos in between the spaces of staggering footprints. parched tongue ravens bleached black feathers lift and carry from wire to wire the news of the iron horse. reflective tape along the side of the road turns the vascular gravel roads into beautiful waysides. markered movement in the evening flying by with the cactus and the sage. the vast skies retinas dilate and expand and i am dry but i am not sick says the air. breathing downshifting, speeding so fast heading south but never down.