Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Sifting deeper

damp walls
glow tan
sand mosaic vibrations
desert New Mex.
Albuquerque adobe
huts and adobe facades
kissed by pinkish rays
and everything blended
into every other thing

shelves stack high
with death
happy hour deaths in
the modern american
fairy tale death trap
two hours to
bleed dry
the coffers
of the mind

another sad day to strangle
to bury;
and this life

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