Garbage In Garbage Out

In the sun of the desert sky
In the dirt that blows in my eye
I searched my life for you
In the palms of my father’s hands
In the borders that police no man’s land
I searched the lines for you
In the mean and cold places, wrinkled faces, brutal races
at the bases of mesas and in cases where embraces […]

No-one mentions Athel trees
Or the hamburger sand there
Blown in sheets
Jerusalem ought to choke rock sales
Voodoo (and concerned with black males)
Save the bullheads from the plot
Pocketed bullets from the sailor’s lot
Some burned pigs, wandering, lost there
Tooth marked (and concerned with welfare)
Mark the boundary with weeds
Buried treasure, in walls, unseen
But with destruction, uncovered
Voodoo (our time there discovered)
No-one […]

For Melissa
Still, like the drifting desert sand Mojave knew.
Dull, as the rusting cars there stand, Mojave blued.
Eyes, wide open, tears run.
Wild!
Try. Try. Try. She’s never coming home.
What was I thinking when you were sinking?
(Where was my head? Where were my hands? Where was my heart?)
Traded them in on pieces of tin.
(What did you do? What […]