Desert Dawns

which of these keys
are yours in shark
fin bowl?

i want a ride, but
you’re my only
drive
home

and i don’t trust their
short-cuts anymore,

i just want you,
the wheel, night stars
and a grip of
steel,

midst burn of rubber’s
friction, ’til we’re a
dead life desert
fiction.

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