Cactus Crutch

My soul's a lil' lizard,
too lilylivered to flick its head
out from under pockmarked
rockslide of my flesh.
Tracking the way things shoulda been,
Pyrrhic quarry past twentyyear.
Bounty on my head only Time will collect.
Silver vipers be oldtimer's tears.

I don't ask for much, just a cactus crutch.

As a child I was a wildman,
but needed to convalesce
amid the tumbleweed titans
and sirensong of crickets.
An oasis in the desert's in the desert nonetheless.
An oasis in the desert is still an oasis nonetheless.
The scorpions are my new friends,
coz all my old friends were scorpions.

I don't ask for much, just a cactus crutch.
I don't ask for much, 
just to be a buzzard for your love.