DESERT FLOOR

a high sun spreading wide like fire within winds baking flat sand lizard tracks and parts of white animal bones the after life in the belly of a scavenger who is always searching for the unexpected or weak waiting impatiently, always hungry

COLD VENGEANCE

its where the pavement ends and road signs are shot to death   scattered sickly scrub brush with harpoon needles waits for victims   sweeping lizard tail art marks ancient sand, evidence of survival   everything breathing or searching for water is the appetite of the desert, a soulless vacuum encouraging the line to be … More COLD VENGEANCE

TRYING TO GET OUT

There’s rain in the desert where lizards and one eyed dogs live on the wrong side of the tracks and bars with tired neon’s blink onto cactus and sand where nothing comes alive except lightening and dry winds as we try for the right way leaving behind what tries to hold us back in the … More TRYING TO GET OUT

ONE STAR DINER

Its on the edge of the desert   an open door welcomes the thirsty and the curious   ashtrays full of last nights words and crushed hearts where leather jackets and quarters keep the juke box breathing   passing freight trains push a melody to someplace   where truckers kill time until the coffee turns … More ONE STAR DINER

CRESTED LIZARD

A song of night the slow creep of cars heading for the next town and wayside roads where broken hearts gather at an empty desert gas station   someone reads “The Howl” out loud the fear and dreams we live up to   bus driver’s work the road   curious eyes imagine the release of … More CRESTED LIZARD

LAST CALL

There was a final call for last drinks at the Black Cactus Cantina, a place comfortable in the shadows. It was another night of switchblades, leather boots and lies with smiles.  Warm desert winds and roaming lizards stir night sands.   Women with showy names and men without truth move through the door to outside. … More LAST CALL