Trash In the Desert

hitchhiking gone bad

It can get

crazy,

ridiculous,

lonely

out there.

It can and does.

 

Sure,

There’s highways and knives,

and guys with stolen eyes,

looking for a good time,

or to ruin one.

Hell,

Something happens, somehow functions.

They’ll strand you at the gas-station,

just to earn a reputation,

or to soil one.

 

Unsteady brains,

jockeying on limping trains.

Doing just enough of everything,

to make sure you get nothing.

Slowly,

excruciatingly,

painstakingly,

taking every last letter of your name

away.

 

Desert’s teeming

Leave you with the stink of gasoline

Outnumbered

Humbled

“You look like s**t,”

is all you’ll hear.

Or maybe,

“put your hands behind your back,

this is how we do things here.”

 

Remember:

 

It can get

crazy,

ridiculous,

lonely

out there,

out there in the desert.

 

It can and does.

Reviews

[Crowley]

Wow, this was Nine Heads in a Duffel Bag good.....I loved the accuracy of the portrayed desolation and solitude that makes even the smallest interaction with people seem like a Bruce Willis action movie. Living in the desert, I really get this. Nice job.

[Siddhartha]

Wonderfully written...So vivid was the imagery that I felt like I was watching a movie...You have got a knack of vividly describing the details...I like that...Keep the work up...

[Aekmy]

I like the feel of this poem. It's raw yet refined. Good job.