duende drones effloresced
into my sightline —
the night before,
Sekhmet's blood
flooded
the xeriscape Desert floor
unquenched, high noon
ignited my infrared body
to appear with you tonight
at the M Cave
where the feds obliterated Kenny Veach
where we'd redshift
across the adrenaline darkness
where eros would ionize us
with death valley salts
where our chromatic qualia would
telemetrically
stipple the sky
before the duende drones found us —
another alien on fox news
an f-22
shrieks
one hundred feet overheard
they'll never let us
into the M Cave
this is why we have
fentanyl in the osprey's wings
why phantom orbs
swarm the glow outside
of your father's trailer —
he doesn't hear the coyotes crying
at the witch's temple when your window opens
he doesn't know that tonight,
outside this urban terrarium
in the airless wind
my 4Runner
will climb away
from Vegas into the darkening mountains
the stratosphere’s needle shakes —
I'll take you higher than
the Luxor's pyramid
further than your
childhood Eucharist
shadow rap on the cassette —
my sciomancy drawing
black cicadas out of
the flock cameras
listen: I hear helicopters coming —
beneath them
the pulsing of millions
of datura blooming
we once knew the Desert with its hidden gardens —
with only two miles to go,
what are you saying?
that you never learned
the names of the flowers?
the canyon narrows,
and when we get out
you'll follow me through a Desert of doors
toward the Cottonwoods
I enjoy how you combine the mythopoetic with modern phenomena. This is what we need.
Love the negative spaces mid-line; adds really interesting rhythm to the piece