tangobaby
Upon Finding the Wreck of a Car, in the Desert.
Finally figured out what I wanted to say about this photo:
On the way from Artifice
To Nowhere
Highway 95: the road from Las Vegas
It takes you to oblivion
Past the ziggurats of dead gold mines and
Brothels housed in ruptured trailers
Where days of operating remote predator drones
Destroying people and places on the other side of the world
Days that bear witness to nights of alien sightings
Driving the locals to bars
That advertise 24-Hour Happy Hours
Where, in limbo, days and nights are anemic clones
But a life of leisure might be a gamble away, if luck was ever kind
On an Indian reservation: hungry
For the random lost soul
It feels like Hell here
With a corrosive desolation that worms into the psyche
I wonder if you walked away from this car crash
Or if you flipped yourself on purpose
Upon Finding the Wreck of a Car, in the Desert.
Finally figured out what I wanted to say about this photo:
On the way from Artifice
To Nowhere
Highway 95: the road from Las Vegas
It takes you to oblivion
Past the ziggurats of dead gold mines and
Brothels housed in ruptured trailers
Where days of operating remote predator drones
Destroying people and places on the other side of the world
Days that bear witness to nights of alien sightings
Driving the locals to bars
That advertise 24-Hour Happy Hours
Where, in limbo, days and nights are anemic clones
But a life of leisure might be a gamble away, if luck was ever kind
On an Indian reservation: hungry
For the random lost soul
It feels like Hell here
With a corrosive desolation that worms into the psyche
I wonder if you walked away from this car crash
Or if you flipped yourself on purpose