Some poetry I wrote:

In the dirty stinking desert

Miles of dust and sage and tears

Water is as lonely as the cold coyote’s ears.

And lizards pulse, in sacrificial stance

Under the sun that bakes the sand,

Sun that bakes the land

That makes men crumble where they stand.

 

In the dirty stinking desert

The road pours out its dreams.

Escape is hope and restless screams

Melting asphalt stitched and darned itself

In endless perpendicular seams

Across the torn, the ripped

The broken, beaten bottom

Of its rusted, crusted girth.

 

The dirty stinking desert gave the Anasasi earth

The dirty stinking desert gave the Navajo their birth

But then, the dirty stinking desert

Stopped a Mormon in the lurch

Because the dirty stinking desert

Is the only lasting Church.

 

In the dirty stinking desert

The stars fall out at night,

Caught by the ancient ageless ones

The dirty, drinking, drooling drones

That feast on flesh and scatter bones.

 

And when the dirty stinking desert

Down slams its wind upon the land

Another curious Convert,

Falls victim in its sand.

 

In the dirty stinking desert

I suffer least because

I suffer worst

In the dirty stinking desert,

I have no other thirst.