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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
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
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