Mephista as The Desert Rose

Dear girl, join the campaign

to reconsider Nevada,

its traffickers and ghost ships.

My Westward Ho, my Hwy. 50 baby.  

On the loneliest road in America

in the dark

the mere flash of a lit cigarette

informs the enemy.

O the lost art of the CB.

Heart-breaker breaker one nine.

We sped through meth lab fires,

starfires of Babylon, past the plants

of jellybeans.  Soot and orange dolor

in the burning desert.

O small colors

& taste of larger tangibilities.