Saturday, March 26, 2011


(Just some American Vintage Hoodie)

Messenger of the desert, cloaked in lace; guidance from the west.
A spirit from within
shall stow upon thee
bringing bushels of nectar
from the Arabians young.
Ambush of night's rise,
Elusively clinging to the sides of
tall metal triangular forms.
She is terror, power, beauty.
Invasions tide of a camel's hide
lay at rest in a current stuck in November's lust.
Many moons shall come to be
rain's time of poison
crumble to the earth
her limbs will cringe.

-March 25, 2011