::10:18:07::

::: El Mirage :::

The Indian at the bar keeps muttering about
Gold, and super conductive energy
Anti-gravity, and the speed of clarity
But I've been singing here for years...
So long, I've quit dumping the sand
from my shoes; and out there is the desert
More alive than people care to know
Sky so lit by constellation and star
I wonder how far I'll walk to really see
What woman will hold onto me then?
Old and shattered; the stink of wisdom
pushing through my pores, and
lending amber, thick resin, to talisman

Perhaps the saguaro has turned my sketching
into prickly stick figures, the aloe, blue-green
Like veins and aurora borealis

A man with no teeth and dead eye
sells diesel like it's a curse...
He's been here longer than me
Serving the sun, and taming
the snake and scorpion.

Trash, no lie, and junked furniture
Upright in the middle of this wasteland
Odd, such a perfect easy chair, nestled -
- against the sunset and horizon
As if any famished strangler could just
Pop up his feet, and relax for a spell

There's a joint at the bottom of Black mountain
that makes a mean burger, and if your head
is on right, you might get out alive
High as a demon, bent on purpose.

Written by: ~ Horus8