Deserted

summer hangover in the desert,
with hamburgers, strawberries, and you.

every year you call me, you say,
happy birthday.

this year there was no call
but there was heat and there was
panting and there was no water,
and there was the hot of the desert
with a hangover.

you are gone away for a very long time,
you are gone away and i won't hear from you soon,
which may be better considering
my skin is covered in such dirt and no water
from the sky.

give me a call,
i want to but i won't.

there are places that are not good, there are places
that are not healthy, there are places that are bad,
and there is the desert,

and there are places that make the desert seem bad -
(people
are not meant
to be kept,
how long do you think he can keep you?)
i've taken far too much without thinking,
i've made too many thoughts without thinking.