Snake on a dune
sand so moist and cool
crawls up to a ledge
to survey the valley below.
Slither into town
in the velvet Elvis night
spiraling remains
of a garden of delights.
The builders are all gone
their monuments remain
outlasted by what they one controlled
how on earth is this explained.
Sidewind
refine
survive
what’s left behind.
Can’t burrow a home down here
old asphalt lies below
goodbyes from the dead play on
half-buried video gravestones.
Cracked patches of neon
flicker as the wind blows
what kind of drugs were these creatures on
to want so much it ate them whole.
Aversion to detergent
always naturally clean
sleep all day, crush mice by night
more civilized if you ask me.
Sidewind
refine
survive
what’s left behind.
Wake up in the bushes
brush the crust out of my eyes
fluff the dirt out of my hair
as the bright sun’s beatin’ down.
Time to hit the road
time to find the rain
away from the cage where the light bulbs blaze
hitch a ride to another plain.
Sidewind
refine
survive
what’s left behind.
