"Burn desert down" Said boy little Outside from mouth Outsiding love Outside of head, and explosion of colours for none to see All of this sand moving towards, away over things alive and dead. An old man in an El Camino that has just come down the mountain asks, "Are you all alone master?". I nod, and look towards where my father waivered out more than a day ago. "You are not alone son, look at all of those tarantula holes". Why he thought that funny is why I did not laugh. He had it outside too, and man, I mean good. The day the desert burnt down.