pallid fried tomatoes

by pole

Posted to Poetry on 2004-02-03 08:17:00

some strings are in the trailer
tie them bastards in the sand
the desert is clean
no sand to be seen
and there’s pallid fried tomatoes
sizzling mexico heat.

one rolls over, one flicks up the oil
one guards the face, one loosens the tongue.
but we all end up dried up and
the crumbs form hills around toes.