I saw your face
when we reached Boulder City.
The sun beat down flat
like a rough hewn plane...
soul crushing yet rejuvenating.
A chemical broth with too much salt .
Strange things grew in sequence out here.
Only the vacant eyes of
bone white antelope remains
understood the nefarious
secrets of the mohavi.
I felt myself open up
to the browness of it all.
I sensed a permenant reverence
buried underneath
things that just didn't belong
I knew. I could feel their presence
radiating off the combed dunes.
You can feel the power in the air
without a kite or key...
so strong it floors the will-
but compels you to move on.
To the next batch of cactii
and desert rise varietal.
The Condors glide by so gracefully.
they are so patient!
Black and red marble eyes
faded into eternity...
forging the way to the
afterlife.
-always with some extra hell to pay.
V 2006
NOTE: This poem was written after a series of plane flights, only getting 3 HRS of sleep and spending significant time in the desert prior to my return to the city. I will tweak this poem this weekend. In the meantime what does everone thing for a rough draft
