All Those Bleached Bones . . .

By Andy Miller

2 September 2002

all those bleached bones
beside a road carved out of desert night

curled back in waves
propulsion

having flung d'artagnan clear
to luna's tepid stone

all earthly aspirations
our astronaut ignites

discarding only those most hollow shells
in his affective wake.

Andy Miller is currently working out in the mountains of central Virginia. He's a writer, artist, and composer.