Wednesday, February 5, 2014

dry time


i gave her
a bottle

of certified
holocene water.

filtered through
mastodon  bones
and smiling

saber cat teeth.

a bouquet of
spinifex grass,

nourished,

with triple filtered
toilet water.

yosemite bloomed
with saguaro cactus
in ten gallon hats,

and peacemaker .45's
slung low across their hips.

long horn skulls.

bearded ragged barefoot
crawling men.

with blistered lips
and tongues.

the corn was dead
by june.

i dreamt that we
were pterodactyls

and you wanted to fly
………upside down

and so we clasped
our talons and fell

spinning through blue vapor,

towards
the blood warm sea.

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