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

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Eyes that Tire.

Eyes sunken,
lost and wandering
without reason.
Blurry edges
still unfocused,
my visions fade
with each minute further
into the waning night.

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First poem in a while. YES.


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