Gerry

Is the desert like outer space?
There’s just nothing there but
Dust and stillness

Take me on an American roadtrip
We barrel down the road 

We separate to come back again
Magnetic and turbaned up
Sun beating down
The windshield is our silver screen

Shirt-basket
Dirt-mattress
Reinventing the wheel

One left standing
Fuck it
Crawling like zombies at dawn