Friday, March 9, 2012

Salvador Desert II






There's time to dream here.
There's a common sense of knowing
when and where the world
ends. I mingle with the ghosts
of trees. I offer myself
to succubi and fight fire
not without burns. A jaundice
sea of desperation winces
at me with fatal glimpses
of freedom. My feelings burn
not without fire as the grains
glow in a mahogonizing sepia.
I'll argue with God until
the sun becomes silent
and then I'll curse at the Devil.

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