Desert Songs: Everybody Sits in this Desert

The white white man has great slabs of teeth filling his mouth in an unsettling jackknifed randomness. He checks his silver watch.

"Two minutes."

He jerks his house shaped head back and his neck bones grind. Cirrus clouds in the upper atmosphere slide by. A miserable thing to see in the desert. They never give rain. The white white man scans the horizon with gray marble eyeballs slipping back and forth. He smells like oil. He doesn't see the birds he wishes to see. The vultures. Curious birds that warn.

He looks at his silver watch. Taps it. Inhales.

"One minute."

The sand around him popcorns into the air and a jasmine scent surrounds him. white flowers form for seconds out of the air and disappear.

"Early." he shrugs and looks at his silver watch. Taps it. Removes it and tosses it away.

"Junk."