Another town rips through my stomach.

A ring of metal spires

rises through a pool of white paint

spurting volcanic red.

The sky sheds its alphabet of skin

the desert sands comb my head

my eyes fade into stone

and look out

from a dream of nowhere

fate snoring on rubber wheels.

Yellow leaves laying

on a land of pine

with no sentient spectre.

Vein that yields

with its flow of grasses

clustered cattails

bursting with webs of

cold renegade light

bent fuzz of a northern blight.