blurred vision

Ruination sanguine

Laughing at death

Joking about tragedy

Laughter rings out

The pain is real

Laughter dripping in blood

Lining up the condemned

Get your extrovert on

Mean beautiful

Live for the moment

What are we going to do

Fighting for the last fry

Sand gets everywhere

The wind picks up

Blowing city back home

God siding with atheists

Rendezvous with fate

Cryptic esoteric meaning

So much wisdom

Voices of the young

They can see the trust

Through all the fog

Live for the moment

the trees we plant

Irrelevantly poetic

Cactus flowers

Deadly beautiful

Sun beats down

Scorching the earth

The wind blows through

Carrying words

Time means nothing

Smiling at memories

The wind picks up

Pushing heat

Words form meaning

From where I don’t know

A bad song from a garage

Or that radio station

trying to be cool

Smelling like smoke

A ladies voice

With a constant beat

Rhythm unbroken

Wash me

Wash me dirty

Wash me clean

And do it all over again

Wash me

Wash me dirty

Wash me clean

Do it again

Walking back to my truck

The music gets louder

I need to change that station

Something a little country

Even though

those words are so catchy