. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Desert's Allure

Trying to make sense of some thoughts...

In what world,
what wisdom,
at the outer edge of a lovely oasis,
rich in color,
and living,
fertile spring that does not dry,
globes of hanging fruit from trees shaded,
their leaves broad shelters,
like stars whistling in the breeze,
laughter on the wind,
such peaceful nights of rest,
does one look out into that vast distance,
so lonely,
so full of impossible intrigue,
turning his back to the garden,
to walk alone into those endless miles?



  1. In the world where cries hang on the cliffs edge like honey on a nipple tipped cold and hard, licked soft and softer than the honey, where foals frail and goats gurgle blood's clothed wolf, steeped in sheep and hungry for nothing but a goose's golden toot.

  2. This is the very world I was looking for