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The Bedouin
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Older Hatchback family on a sun-baked highway
Clearly now, the way sets in.
Painted Desert, painted lizard, painted cactus
This is here and that is there and all simmers.
Heat waves sing the Sweat Song of the Steel Box:
“O you now beware,
No rest for the weary
La-la-la to pass the time
Wise wanderers save energy with sealed lips.”
The dunes conceal sinkholes
Beyond that horizon lurks delirium.
A demon hell ride into terminal psychosis.
Vacation mirages in the depths of slow superheated boredom.
The background cries and moans rattle around.
Trapped in a tin can.
Devoid of sunroof – unfortunate
Despite its command of the certain doom
Lost now, circling the mesa
Searching for a lone, envisioned gas station.
Waiting for the wayward milk and honey billboard.
But it is never found, except at night.
Locked up and dry as the desolate surroundings.
Desert Egyptians claim you will win this card game.
One more hand, but the cards are stacked.
One wrong draw and things run afoul.
But you’ll never know because the
Tent is warm and full of lovelies.
