Desert Poetry
Through a fence, down the ballast a little
Up a ladder, into the well, I exhale against my pack
Looking up at the stars, I hear the consoling hiss of the pneumatic lines
Thinking that self-help never felt so free, I hurtle off into the euphoric now
Instantly erasing what was and what will
The deafening reality that the present is the only thing that ever is
v i s u a l / n o i s e
“desert yard” - an original guitar-based ambient drone accompanies the photographs in desert poetry. written and performed by nightmare[end], recorded at Soundwave Studios in Oakland, Ca.
