Poetry Wadi

Will the well run dry This think and feel flow? Or maybe there's an alchemy down here Catalytically constructing stanzas Like spiders to kill prey weave webs... A little spit - that's all it takes Voila! Another catching verse But is it too terse Too trite too cliche? Touche! A score to the heart With the epistemological epee Evoking lovers truths And could-be living issues. Is this water fresh? Come, make us an oasis Where camel-backed readerettes Store up their own ponderings greening 'gainst east-winded wanderings driving A dry thirst through deserts without Wellsprings of a wet word heard By travel-wearied women. And this poetry wadi... A mirage maybe merely But perhaps only mostly Deep weeps of mad me.