abandoned and left for dead
hundred and seven degree day
heat fueled the thirst, then the darkness came
bringing a chill to the plane
stratus clouds hovered knee high
a glowing glass bottle in sight
flowing with liquid vitamins and energy
only the dying would consume that gasoline

last drop of gas hits the tongue
bottled up stratus bits to take back home
no place to go, but grade A diesel
wandering, heat stroke, mirages of red bulls
the desert tells many dead men's tales
their bones are in the caverns in the hills
wanderers, taken by venom from days past
they saw the glow and drank the gas