Thursday, March 15, 2012

Salvador Desert XIII - Irony

Luck is far
sparser than water
and food barely exists
in my dreams.
A small moment
of sincerity keeps
me from barking
at the sun,
and instead tilts
me to begging.
Begging to the
ironic rhythm 
of 'Come on, baby,
Light my fire.'

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