In this sleepy place,
news travels at a violent pace.
Every night is a carnival, an ongoing funeral.
Street corners make an empty landscape
light changes colors to an empty curb
Sunday morning settles down
on a high mountain desert town.
A heavy head and a chest of regret,
The last thing you remember
was making a bet that you could follow the
meteor until it hit, but it was just
truck lights reflecting on the side of a house.