The Desert Is Dead Inside Me

Astral Poetry

Chasms 
              across the mines
another           Space X
                                        launch
splits                               open
                   the sky 
rockets have thoughts
we have our lives —
across Tucson, an entire city violently
                           thrusts toward an urban


                    black hole


Sirius ignites above saguaros
contrails blur the horizon.


Solar wind
                                     lifting
your hair
irises
in your hands
                                      Enceladus
orbiting the wells
our loneliness
                                       eclipsing
Avalon

                        holy grails
    filled with radiation —

the Desert is dead inside me