Lama Drama

Thoughts that thrive on scattered dreams shoot through the mind like laser beams Hunger echoes a hollow song Voices merge, intestines long Lips are dry, and tongues are parched Memories are pressed and starched No miming board can take the heat Hot irons that scorch the hands and feet. Cold days flow into brackish nights on borrowed hopes and collared pride Answers wrapped in braided woes Crushed, then scattered by angry toes Worry stalks in cleated shoes It leaves a track of pallid blue Just when it seems to reach the rise It folds then doubles up in size.