Burning Sands

With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins
and elbows sliding off the bar,
we speak and breathe and charm our way
under trains and between cars.
I’m drinking whatever you’re buying
if you’ve got enough left to see it through
I say we soak ourselves to the bone.
I’m not going home unless it’s with you.
Kickstart the night
and drown the world facedown in a loud song.
Let’s start a fire
and let the scorned drink to things gone wrong.
We won’t appreciate these days until they’re all gone.
We never recognize what’s right.
So here’s to thing gone wrong.
I need some kind of savior to pull me from this seat.
From the people, from the smell, from the price, from the heat.
From the way they purchase hope with their last of change,
while they try to look different,
but they’re all the same.
I got one more song left on the jukebox and then I’m all yours.
I got two left feet so tired of standing,
let’s hit the door before we hit the floor.
Kickstart the night
and drown the world facedown in a loud song.
Let’s start a fire
and let the scorned drink to things gone wrong.
We won’t appreciate these days until they’re all gone.
We never recognize what’s right.
So here’s to thing gone wrong.

Red Sky by morning, travelers take warning ... Red Sky by night, travelers delight. Its an old saying that the evening conjured up in my thoughts. The sun refusing to submit to the night was consuming the plains in radiant shades of crimson and scarlet. From my perch atop a wagon, I watched the battle rage on. Shifting, sifting colors dazzling the sky and the sands in amazement. There was a point where distinction between the the sky itself and the plains was indistinguishable and the sands appeared to be lit with flames. It was frighteningly beautiful.

Why did he come to mind and seem to loom there so intensely? Curling my arms around me, I settled my chin on my knees and simply gave in to the imagery. Nothing was as I had thought it would be or even could be. From the first moment I had dreamt of the larl, nothing had seemed to go right. The end justified the means in some ways. Life among the tribe continued just as the stars lit the night sky. It was hard to remember before that and just as hard to put things into place any of the after but I willed myself to. From the pierce of my fingertip along hardened flesh to the deep desire to rip it open and climb inside, every little moment began to swell in my mind. The soft flutter of movement against my chest and the bit of down left behind. The good, the bad, the words, the feelings ... I let them come unhindered. It hurt, it ached, it burned, it soothed. It seemed intensely important ... to remember.