Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

The Desert

The Desert


Flat pit
Sands wings of want
Devour ( mesmerisms haunts ) 

Nothing but their desire
Scourges

No horizons
Empty skies
All with out meaning
Sit ( still carousel )
On want

Flat pit 
Quicksand’s
Swallow

The dust of its need
Fills ( slow flash flood )
Grows
Touches nothing
Coughs and chokes
A feeling

Only want
With more to its cause
Shivering in hot blood
To the core
Spilled
Open ( laying naked enclosed )

Flat pit
Digs
Screeching moron 
Scavenges

Empty laughter pulpit
The hugs of love
But want

Always want
Emptied to want
The flat pit
Falls
On want 



The desert
Crawls the swimming sand
This water falls  ( desiccant )

Dry

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Sajdah Al-Riyami June 11, 2009 at 2:44 PM Very eye-catching words!

Carrie Richards May 23, 2009 at 8:39 AM The sadness here...."empty laughter pulpit" so much unhappiness.....the wanting....this reaches in and grabs the heart.

Brandy Megens May 22, 2009 at 4:07 PM WHAT A SPIRAL OF EMOTIONS BEAUTIFULLY MASTERED ANOTHER GREAT WRITE