Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

words dry as a gulch
the deserted territory in my head
cacti and joshua trees
nothing baby-ass smooth
nothing lush and super green
my thoughts are seared transmissions
rusting cadillacs and thunderbirds
that have flown the coop
only pigeons from hell and skulls
not a drop of creativity
only thing remarkable
my sunburned tongue...sere lips.

the desert, anti-word..
ah yes, I'm familiar..

A thirst of desperation’s grasping
Throats full of song
Listening to tumbleweeds flythat little girl sigh

thinking of the words thought
in the final hours
kate spade, anthony bourdain
rest in peace

I always think that people have many -super dark moments - I see that the list is growing longer - drug addicts just do it slowly-