thirsty of dying

twenty camels spitless in the desert
seeking shade in circled wagons
making friends with the captain
dogs and cats living together
forests felled fuel for future
reefer jackets full metal
a ring tone for every grain
salvation found seekers looking
from fire place to fire place
dust from the west
wind from the sky
rocks cracking exposing diamonds
leaking oil and thoughts
nowhere near jerusalem
the desert eventually will
even cover over twenty camels…
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One Response to “thirsty of dying”

  1. Nothing worse than a spitless camel.. *blinks*

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