cirrus flavours
a neon show

beyond the orange dust
taste of dusk

I came to you

the river of wire
the summiits of poles
blanched in their
thoughtful order
shivered in the yellow
lights

the pretty Dodge coupe
sleek as a river
speckled
with rust

take away anger with
a blossoms graze
coloured scarf binding
the burn a torn rib
a ragged filling lung

drenched fingers in prayer
velvet light green
253 radio tuned to
twelve point three

a lonesome blues riff Jack Dupree
wound from the rear speakers
and was lost in the heat of the
dry air

weaving
the desert light shimmering
whimpered prayers
to St Augustine
:watch o lord with those who wake
or watch or weep tonight
and give your angels and saints
charge over those who sleep..:

the heavy black rim yaws slow
across the bitter blue highway
green eyes tear stained

Duprees "Junker Blues" in
swift sure hands
and the highway tires roll
quick across the wide shoulder
and into the darklands of
reckless wander
..........