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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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