It all begins with you taking IT.
It slides down your throat like any other asprin or legal drug.
But, it harbors a secret in it's bitter tasting coating.
Flashing lights ride the irises like the last cowboy, taking it's sweet time to glorify itself.
The Arizona desert's red ground is the Red Sea which you part with unsteady cowboy boots.
Never been this ready.
The feeling makes you wanna spin like a ballerina in a jewlary case ontop of cactuses
makes you wanna drink gulps of that sweet sweet rain
take apart the desert for yourself, every second.
Soon your an indian, sorry, native american, in the old days
Making whooping sounds only choked off by the flat of your palm
dancing in invisible rainbow rain
and stomping on the top of Earth thats pretty dangerous
rattlesnakes shake to the beat of your stomping
and beetles swim out from under the ground to fly past you like penguins in the artic waters'
And all the while your dripping from that rainbow rain, soaked from your neck to your flowered underroos.
It's all too hot, too hot.
You dance harder so that your dress slides off of you in the rucuss
leaving you bare in your underpants and cowboy boots
but even those become too hot for you
so you slide them off and throw them on bushes and do cartwheels with your lady parts flying with you
the yellow coating of dreams fades and leaves you to fall asleep
in the blanket that's lumpy and dark orange
sweet pieces of hair tickle your face
and brother coyote sings you to sleep
leaving you stark naked
wet from sweat, not rainbow rain
dehydrated
and hazing from the moving river of desert
the beetles stopped flying
and started crawling onto your skin as if you were home
you "hmm hmm" at the thought of being mother nature at the moment
but their only sucking your metallic blood
feeling the buzz through you
knowing that Arizona was stil Arizona
and not a magical place
Sleep tight lil indian