cruising through the desert
in the middle of the night
joshuas pose like frozen angels
new moon barely sheds a light
we roll down the windows
warm breeze blows our hair
vampire weekend blasts from the stereo
“shivering in little undershirts but don’t seem to care”
and we’re singing along
but we don’t know the words
so we makeup our own
and we sound so absurd
we’re laughing hysterically
and i gotta pee
we pull off in the sand
and i find a big tree
beside it rock
sits a book filled with poems
from a sliver of light
shines a tiny gold crown
that belongs to a lizard
who seems out of place
his claws marred with ink
but familiar his face
and he wrote down some words
to a song about a highway
then he started to sing
and the ghosts danced wildly
the joshuas regaled
waved their arms in the air
and the desert awoke
and we all said a prayer
and the sky turned purple
then orange and then yellow
and a new day began
so peaceful and mellow
and nobody knows us
and nobody cares
as we dance in the desert
warm wind in our hair
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