Desert*
Desert
Dry unfriendly
Hot rocks cook all lifeless
Burning sun, cold numbing nights
Leaving little choice for grace or a death
Quickly or slowly, it is sure
Descending completely
Causing all to
Desert.
*heteronym/rictameter
Desert*
Desert
Dry unfriendly
Hot rocks cook all lifeless
Burning sun, cold numbing nights
Leaving little choice for grace or a death
Quickly or slowly, it is sure
Descending completely
Causing all to
Desert.
*heteronym/rictameter
Hiporlacking commented on Desert*
12-06-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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