It’s Dark in LA

It’s dark in LA

A shadowy realm

A surreal frenzy

It’s safer in the wilderness

Amongst the dance

Of the coyote

The Joshua Tree

An exorcism

A divine rhythm

Of passing mile markers

A black coiled snake

Between my legs

The last throat full

Of warm beer


The landscape

Painted in

Peyote and


Emerging intact

Form desert wreckage

Bottles and bottles

Like tiny graves

Souls released

Like ghosts

Walk the highway

Where cowgirls parade

And old warriors

Become spectacular

At great expense

It’s time to live!


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