The Metaphysical Desert Ride
In the eternal twilight
The wolf of 1000 needles
Howled because he couldn't sing
And the desert was a textile of ice picks and cigarettes
Burn through the flesh of his blistered feet
Toward that lupine siren he stumbled
With dust in his eyelids
Grit in his fingernails
And his mane now drooped and wept
The corpses of 10 other boys
Fell from the sky
And looked just like him
Lacerations formed and ripped his skin in twain
The winds picked up the granules and burned as purple smoke
His pupils burst and died like a red sun.
Drenched in sweat and cognizant now.
In the eternal twilight
The wolf of 1000 needles
Howled because he couldn't sing
And the desert was a textile of ice picks and cigarettes
Burn through the flesh of his blistered feet
Toward that lupine siren he stumbled
With dust in his eyelids
Grit in his fingernails
And his mane now drooped and wept
The corpses of 10 other boys
Fell from the sky
And looked just like him
Lacerations formed and ripped his skin in twain
The winds picked up the granules and burned as purple smoke
His pupils burst and died like a red sun.
Drenched in sweat and cognizant now.