Get Me There

August 21, 2011
By frayedjade BRONZE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
frayedjade BRONZE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
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Desert compulsion
Sucks
As life twists
Two hundred by two hundred.
A little box of bipolar
Weather
Bloated and lovesick with moisture.
Some various battlecries
Sing out through my pores
And toughen conjectures of
Five
Ten
Twenty revolutions.
Those Aztecs worshipped
The sun
While it baked them wholeheartedly into the ground.
Damn lucky, dusty souls.


The author's comments:
I've always had this desire for the desert. This is my ode to that desire.

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