The last bar in the Mojave

Clouds arrive at the pace
of oxen, stopping to drink
at the misshapen TV dish

picking up NASA signals.
The petrified cactus near
a humming Wurlitzer

says nothing. Lost travellers
stare at it by the bar,
hoping it might show them

the way, the bubbles in their
beer muttering

I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home

not noticing the clouds glowing
like lightbulbs with their electricity;
and the entire desert moving
closer, ready to circle like moths.

The last bar in the Mojave

Christian Ward

Joined November 2007

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