To know the desert
read your blistered body
with sand and sun
at work furious scribbling
Eyes fix
where desert meets sky
and distance to a spot
never changes
Drive drive drive
hour after hour after hour
Sunfire in the sky
scalds roasts boils the brain
blinds
we question what we see
who we
Out here wind
when it comes sweeps this sea of sand
carves chalk rock
into shapes pinnacles and arches
jut from the desert floor
Thoughts spin
Bishop Pike lost
his car breaks down
him looking for help
forgetting
how death
and silence swell
absorb
and thinking
stops