vocal cords scream silently for medical attention
finger nails claw desperately through soft sand for grip
the body follows behind with deadweight speed
occasional toe wiggling succeeds
in pushing the hulk two centimeters further
blood for eyes and black for sockets
the tongue laps at the roof for saliva
every muscle quivers with exhaustion
the skin crawls itchy dry wan
white crystals fill the mouth and nostrils and orifices
over the next dune there'll be salvation
give me give me give me
the pink sticky muscle cleans the sand from the lips
five more feet and two more hours to life
a singer's delusions
before finger tips wrap around a bottle of water
far in the distance it sat surrounded in a sea of carpet
and now pours over the skin and into the mouth
vibrating vocal cords gurgle with relief
a singer's oasis
after a weekend of alcohol cigarettes and sleep deprivation
Author notes
Written February 22nd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- dear. we must eat the liver. sweet as june. we must. dear. by jaunty pill.
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f****** awsome
christ, reading this is like getting a taste of extreme will power....... im stunned -
At first I thought you were talking about some kind of exotic desert creature until I got to "a singer's delusions." Tsk tsk...you are too bad. I love it how you turn everyday, mundane situations into a breeding ground for creativity. I liked the title quite a bit...I don't think I have to explain that part. This poem made me thirsty.
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