through a tear in the sky
As the restless lights of Twentynine Palms
flicker like tracer fire.
It's been a hard time
seeing the truth go down
And darkness welcomed back
as an friend.
It's not so bad the nights
when the moon is disguised,
But on nights like this,
when it cries like a sailor
A shiver runs through
the whole community.
They are kind in their eyes,
gracious to a fault,
They follow a code,
as if word of
Nietzsche's theories never made it
to the sticks.
There's a red-marked road
to the base and to Amboy,
And what's beyond,
no one really knows,
Though the talk is like
a roaring flame
That no longer is allowed,
even in the middle of nowhere.
