Hairy Cacti
Greet you with open arms
Expecting a hug
A green sunrise
Smeared upwards to an ink stain
Dotted with stars
The view is nice but
You can't drink it, climb on it
or kick it
Opening a beer
on the cheap metal handle
of the motel drawer
The sun sets beyond
the craning oil pumps, but
they still creak away
My jeans are
half-covered in dust, and there's
grit in my boot
Death Valley raven
Faithful companion, waiting
to peck out my eyes
You don't see the stars
Unless you stop walking
and look up
Thanks a bunch
for running over my rucksack
you trucker fuck
The desert wind
a dry and creaking voice
older than dust
When was the last time
You took a big steaming piss
under the stars?
What's down your hole,
Desert rat, don't steal my chips
Desert rat
The desert wind
fills your ears, you turn your head
and it stops; silence.
Long empty freeways
Snowy mountains rising up from
red scrub and baked dust


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