"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Venue.

Click
another one
passes through those doors
to lose themselves
in vibrations,
the growling snarls
of the guitar,
the heavy stomps
of the drums.
Click
another one
on that little silver counter.
Another one
who's come
to escape
the cold streets
outside.

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."