Desert Daze

Four peanuts left, and all I see is sand
in each direction. Overhead, the sun,
no wispy cloud or mist. It’s all unplanned.

The heat’s intense; I wish I had a gun.
To any god who’s watching, I shall bow
in each direction; overhead, the sun.

There’s scarcely any sweat upon my brow,
I dread to think how long I might survive.
To any god who’s watching, I shall bow.

This isn’t tropical, no Sunday drive.
All images of water vanish ‘ swift!
I dread to think how long I might survive.

Almighty dunes, they wander, move and drift.
Prevailing winds select a resting place.
All images of water vanish ‘ swift!

What’s moving up ahead? I must give chase.
Four peanuts left, and all I see is sand.
Prevailing winds select a resting place.
No wispy cloud or mist. It’s all unplanned.