The Sun's Encased inside My 'Bic'
Arid eyes
burn in the Mohave heat
where Camels
eat and smoke
dehydrated Frosted Flakes
with mold
and disease on them . . .
preserving
this mirage of life.
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2024
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