Drowning in music
the highway stripper
turns the stereo up
unhooking his bra from the windshield
Take me for a ride
oh baby take me high; high
Let me make you rise; rise
make it last all night.
...and the teenage mustang
going from 60 to 80 over the highway
-arizona; the landscape of my dreams-
rolling, ever rolling
disappearing over the horizon
merging with the sexual landscape of clouds.
Underneath it all
the lonely old man
holding his starry skies up to the unrelenting sun
muses salvation.
Signposting barren nothingness
flashing thongs on widow sides
(our nameless adventurer
stares into the depths
of sandy clothes lying abandoned)
stripped clean of his flesh
(his heart racing; in his skin tight jeans?)
