
The last bar in the MojaveClouds arrive at the paceThe last bar in the Mojave by ~Tigermoth99
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.