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dust in the canyons

dust storm  in the canyons
 
inverted dungeons 
flirt with clouds 
whose sole purpose by all accounts
was to serve as catapults 
for dusted angels. 
 
when i wasn't dodging falling angels,
i was stepping over those who had crashed. 
hop scotching over pools of ammonia and plasma  
in search of a safe den.
 
i flick my tail and shake my coat 
in the wake of the stench. 
 
scarecrows marking asphalt rows bend and sway
in curious contortions in anticipation 
of euphoric relief. 
in their drunken nods they spy
my virgin veins with envy. 
 
not yet having spilled blood in these canyons
i loop aimlessly as a scavenger.
camouflaged temptations beckon 
and scar beyond my coated flesh. 
 
swarms pollinate fields a sunset away
but flies feast on the remains of angels 
and scarecrows
in this valley.
the effective butterfly.
 
i see the sand blowing 
eyes are blinded
and turned.
 
stick out your tongue 
is the hollow echo i hear
in this soporific tempest. 
 
do i dare 
 
 
Writer's note: for my cousin Debbie, who lost everything she had and was in the storm 
 
 
Presented in the Storms and Bad Weather challenge hosted by Madame Lavender
Written by LobodeSanPedro
Published | Edited 1st Aug 2014
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