disturbing the dust

she rolls back on her head

the cactus cutting her soft hands

the blood pours out into the mouth

of the river, full of fish

at the bottom among

the bones of the dead animals

in between the moss covered

rocks she fills her hot mouth

full of river water

she is sick of everything

he is calling her from glasgow

on his cell phone. his name is

lit up in silver in her pocket

she feels like she is going crazy

she wishes that this could be

the last show of the earth

before forever arrives

tonight beams are blinding her
she feels nothing but knows

he is out there somewhere

the super trouper.

shinning

shinin' like the sun
smilin', havin' fun feeling

like a number one