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