Drop it all leaving it
behind
in the back of my mind
racing towards the unseen
edge of an endless
road
to possibility
the spirit of america
calling to me
–
it’s rasping
rotting in the dry heat
of a setting southwestern sun
–
I’ve never taken drugs
but I want to
watch the world melt down
around me
feel time speed
slowing to a stop
–
watch the pale splotchy skin of
my hands
peel and recede
to
expose bones that creak
popping under weight
excess
emotion
–
I want to cut my wrists
let the blood seep out that open sore
puss
of some untreated infection
–
douse the unmolested dust
in some undisturbed patch of land in New Mexico
see what
tainted fruit
takes root
–
I want to pluck the fruit from my tree
bite into it
savor the astringent succulence
a desert plum
born of adversity