Across the Desert to LA

Torture arson murder madness and greed

Earlier, when the ink was thinner,

I was ruining my eyes in bad light as a favor to you

In a belief that the best opportunities are exacted from the dark

I was given new maps every day

To prevent news of my arrival

From reaching any further than the next hill

I always knew you'd be there

Waiting with the door half-open

And all the lights on upstairs

Languishing with some bad news

At the end of a few well connected thoughts

When a more comprehensive perspective was what was needed

So I turned and faced the man on the hill

Who was sketching the battle from memory

Assumption and conviction had come to mean the same thing for both of us

He thought he should put something down on paper

Here near the top of the page

Lest you think his work was of some personal interest to anyone