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

Monday, October 22, 2012

We Are What We Are.

We are blood
welling in an
open wound--
the catalyst was
things done wrong.
We are batters
for the other team--
we swing left
when we think
counter culture
swings right.
I am a flower
rooted into a
rocky penisula
and you are the salt
that licks stone
as the water
leaves you.

1 comment:

  1. Man JB these last two poems are knock-outs. Love 'em. Keep it up. You have a talent for this.


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