The bomb was intended
for a whore they said
but it never made it to Washington
when the smoke trees bloom
a pink fog settles in the desert
under the Scorpio moon
we are pushed forward in time
which is flat until we fall off
then it's all backwards from there
here the saguaros are eaten out
by owls and wrens and vanity
all for this beautiful silence
picture me driving west
listening to Bach or 60's best
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