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Desert wind up

deserted

by switch blade

leaden justice

passages thru India

and Brazil

with nary a guide

no voices

to call out

of wilderness

the sands are blown

freely thru

the minds of hippies

dangling the heavens

of ethereal dream

the elixir

is a poison

without substance

we choke on it

we die on it

I can’t write

after sex

so why should I

talk about sex?

a point

of question

that must be addressed

immediately

but we’ll wait

enjoy a cup

of coffee

and some cheese

in the meantime

after all

no one

ever did say

that it was

gonna be easy  

12-13-94