Community K-100 Desert on the radio, the voice of the desert.

And twilight reverie, Jupiter bright and bulging in the eastern sky.

The zigzag fractures in every institution.

Walking past the man-made landmarks

on this sandy trail on this summer's night.

A pile of discarded crutches seen from a tarot card.

A discount club recliner riding in the dry heat,

the fabric worn and falling at its sides.

The big radio tower

blinking atop Nolena P.

The dog on sudden high alert

as the sound of The dog on sudden high alert.

As the sound of coyote singing reaches us from a mile away.

But go back to Los Angeles stickers on all the local cars.

The strip mall spaces all for lease.

The hardware store aisles where workmen's masks drooped down beneath their scraggly ass goatees.

93 at 9 p.m. and still you think, well, we got it a lot better than the people down in Palm Springs.

A dead rattlesnake on the than the people down in Palm Springs.

A dead rattlesnake on the dirt road tire tracks across his belly.

A single jet plane overhead.

Where there was once a steady wagon train through the sky.

Gentliners lose their romance when you know where they're going.

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