The Outback

Orange ochre spires abound
Spinifex leaning with a hot wind
Where a gecko finds relief in shade
Searching your destination by map
Toward a blistering sun
And temperatures that break you
But not my aboriginal friends
Silhouette landscapes broken
By shimmering waves of nothing
And the outback is of mystical fun or drama
A death scene for a white fella unknowing
Suit yourself
Impossible not to love this place
Or hate this place
Always you must be inspired, prepared to die
For just one simple error
Be aware of reality it’s now 50 degrees
Scary rugged ranges lean toward hell
And when you’re out here all alone
You are your own water supply
It’s a long way to living well
And a brief escape before living hell