The Prophets in the desert,
I am in the desert!
Among fools with their smudged aces,
Starless trench of mountains and heat,
Horizon bleeding triads of color/
Between squinting eyes and silhouettes,
Smokey air like a dirt road bar
Whiskey feet against microscopic stones,
Dancing wildly,
Abandoned steel roasting for perfection
In praise to emptiness and hunger.
I stepped out as if it were
Some new moment,
The barrage of color and scent
Indiscriminately howling against
The backdrop of laughter and coos…
Pounding and chanting/ no difference
All little red devils swaying in the electric breeze.
I want out! I want out!
Want to pause and drop all clinging and sense
With everything sick and stumbling.
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