Invasion.

(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