Friday, April 22, 2011

Sahara

boding in the sand



i can see mirages


the snow up ahead 


my feet burn red


a stick holding up 


a fly weight boxer


its me & you oh  harsh


n mighty sahara bandish 



me because I am lost


my mouth is beer dry


no compass star or oracle 


will save me @ the pass



just let self drop silently


to the desert floor 


pitching back and forth


oceans of arms & fish tails


pulling you through to 


the otherside of now

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