Phalanx (or Muscles in 7 days)

Cobweb splayed taught over a stick on barometer

suction cup dust field its not moving

lets take a ride to the cosmic jetty

purple rock salt crystals in the rearview

death dirge on the radio

don’t touch that dial

pinned in onyx anxiety shards impossible but itemised

like the geodes

swing round the narrow one lane track to reveal the salt lake

are you landing or launching today sir?

crystal cosmic jetty

blue sky

empty roads

cactus

the motel

the idea of you

two figures at their beginning

waiting

obediently at the corner

these guys are launching

hold onto us they say

be kind they say

ill try to shake the scum from my eyes

treat you right

push down hard on the accelerator

make it to that spiral nebulae

before our new friends close the door

sealed off they are gone

were just standing looking out across the salt flats

crystal crunch, gentle mesa

plane in the distance

freight train across the horizon

remains of a fire