girls cut their tender hearts on sharp desert roses… crimson-pools forming across the burning dunes… deep in the saturated image field, fathers grieve in rituals of loss and regret… weeping into the barren dirt, gazing long over the aching bed of the dry lake…
the sunlight serenades the blood-thirsty earth… children draw their imaginations in the shifting dust… black snakes etch verse across the glinting vistas… out here all is delirium, pieces of living strangled then drowned; the looming darkness will make it easier to die…
lifeless wadi, dirt road; slaked in petrochemicals… pump-jacks wince in the amoebic dusk… fire temples, rusting silos, open graves, buried vaults beneath the ground… and as the blazing sun sinks behind the chemical sky only crippled dreams are left betwixt shadow and flame…
camp-fire ceremonies, feral incantations; lovers intertwined as the sky serenades the stars that never came… here they lie together in blown-out monochrome, in a desert strewn with death… inside the word and moment, tone poem utterances whispered; gazing long into the burning embers…
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