Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Between

Fire, growing from the earth
the world is bleeding,
The silence, tip
into another space where
shouting
then peace.
Jarhead
waitwaitwaitwait
no not now
The camel, smell, crisp ends where it got too close, to something
pungent, burnt hair
nothing but sand
white light
dark rain, seeps into the cracks, all the cracks
waitwaitwaitwait
And go home.