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

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

You Get What's Coming.

Who said
I cared.
All I did was
raise my eyebrows
and pretend
And now I'm left
with the fruits
of my labour.
An apple
rotten to the core.


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