Mojave Dessert
His swirling curled words drive me in,
like a blind woman in night vision goggles,
absolutely no depth perception,
in a desert of daisy's,
in a whirlwind of heat,
waves rushing the temperature just to make a mark,
like the coyote makes on the scared soldier,
a cringe at the sight of bloody teeth,
the white knives that dig into a fresh molded bag of chocolate trash.
So scared, the soldier grazes its wet coat with touches of sour.
like a blind woman in night vision goggles,
absolutely no depth perception,
in a desert of daisy's,
in a whirlwind of heat,
waves rushing the temperature just to make a mark,
like the coyote makes on the scared soldier,
a cringe at the sight of bloody teeth,
the white knives that dig into a fresh molded bag of chocolate trash.
So scared, the soldier grazes its wet coat with touches of sour.
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