Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Wanderings of a Thoughtless Mind: Chapter 3.1

It rains it pours...
Sacramental Whores..
and life goes on..

NOt a thing in sight,
not a horse on its back...
and life goes on...

the full belly and an empty bladder...
muscles paining.. and head splattered...

the running nose and a dribbling mouth...
dry as a bone, dry as a drought...

they reach the sands
the oasis of time..
they move across...
one desert at a time..

all this feeling
the palm trees shades...
never know the mirages
of an evergreen rain...

it rains it pours
On sacramental whores...
and life goes on..

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