the dark oasis
sunburns all around
the sand is warm, like the dinner
I won’t have tonight
That 69 stingray in the lot
Goes up in flames
My name is on the pink in the dash
My hands are numb: my pockets are
Feverish, humid
We are all drifters
We float on like a ring of Saturn
Laugh while you can
We all join asylum
Brothers and sisters in blood,
Body and mind
