Arizona Muse Poem by Jolomi Amuka

Dusty rainbow clouds, speedy tires thread,
Route 66,93W; see through skirt and tickling grass hands strumming-
To Vegas with beastly haste.

Awkward air bled with familiar teeth,
Lustful scars freshly healed, as frequently cursed.
Deathful taunt- close kiss with chance, influenced by intoxication; both human and experimental.

Arizona muse, your lips my tortured bliss, buttery sun and tonic wine,
The ink in my vein, with which I command a majestic army of humble words;
My name will be forever yours.