The deep black of the asphalt sporadically shows through the desert debris – piercing the infinite shades of brown and pink like the pattern on a salamander back The road in front of me is bone straight into a melting clock horizon The road itself untraveled, for how long ? Each step an archaeological discovery
Sand – everywhere sand
The weather is not weather…………..that rare balance of temp and humidity that creates nothing against the skin, When there is a breeze it comes in hard and fast – nothing for miles to slow its push…….. The breeze is an oven that’s just started to heat – warm but not hot enough to cook
A memory hits me like a bee sting As trying to hold soup in your hands the memory is gone before I can get my mind teeth sunk………..the sand so coarse my steps sound like I’m walking on broken glass
To my left in the distance small mountains with rocky crags jutting up – sheer walls of so many reds dive straight into the sand, everywhere sand. In every other direction infinite horizon -A razor line cutting the sky in a huge circle around the mountains
The sky —- ah the sky is the color of gods skin if he overdosed on drugs………….anemic gray and candle wax………………….?? What happened to all the birds ? Come to think of it – I haven’t seen anything MOVE in as long as I remember……………………
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You must have some of the *happiest* Muses on the planet. “Jackpot–he’s amazing at *everything*–wheeee!” LOL Do your creative influences wrestle each other for your attention or patiently sign up on a waiting list to vie for what project or media you’re going to delve into, next? ^^ As for the writing… Gorgeous, richly layered imagery—luxuriously vibrating with life and gripping emotional intensity. The scene crackles with sensuously vivid, highly evocative language and uniquely captivating phrasing. Future New York Times best selling author–yes, indeed. *If* you have the time amongst rockin’ the planet, saving the world and taking over the globe (simultaneously). ^^ The incredible things you’ve experienced, my friend, and the artistic mind you have to perceive and interpret those images is inspiring to witness. 
If you see birds in *that* kind of setting, they’re most probably going to be circling overhead and wondering, discreetly, if lean tattooed rockstars would translate into decent canapés. ^^ I’d humbly suggest that’s not a wise place to nap or lie extremely still for extended periods of time. ^^ You’d be mildly alarmed how quickly birds show up when they think something is moving too slowly around mealtime. ;-P
