The Badlands have
lost their battery charge.
There, I realized it's easier
to say "It is what it is"~
harder to do.

The Permian desert doesn't
care for sentimentality,
shriveling drivel in an oily
heatwave mustard gas mirage.

Thirst, cornmeal pancakes
and a left-handed horse to
get us out of an uninviting
cactus conflagration.
Not allot to say about this place.

Sara Fielder © May 2018