In Dry Arroyo’s Scrub and Desert Night – Sonnet Seventy-One

In dry arroyo’s scrub and desert night,
That oceans kiss in blanket glowing fog.
The streams of raucous, high-speed gunning light,
The blurt and gush of LALA’s glut and clog.

You Angel Queen, you princess donned in hope,
Discovery by agent, not by cops,
In coffee shop and bar, not off-road slope,
Arroyo’s starlet cast as lifeless prop.

Oh sing! you Angel made, you glamoured train,
That pulled the night like Vegas’ girl raging.
That never slept but woke in crusty stains,
The measure of success in crust's gauging.

How sweet, the late-night ride from late-night guy,
A desert drive under a starlet sky.