I dream I'm back
out in the
dusty plains
of el paso
where the air
is crisp and sweet
nothing around
but that burnt
orange landscape
shimmering in
illusion from the
sun
the scalding heat
sending shivers
through
blackening skin
the air dry
as I light a
cigarette
feels like the
whole world might
catch on fire
and then it does
spreading out past the horizon
the whole world burning
burnt orange turns
to fire red and
eventually all is ash
and quiet
as it should be
the sun starts setting
a cool breeze
breaks through the
tawny plains
it's a peace you
couldn't understand
but it never lasts
I wake up
back in the north
I need out
I need out
you've suffocated me
long enough