i don't feel like home anymore;
can it be the colour of your eyes?
they encourage eachother
on the marketplace beneath
thousand legs and
dirty feet --
i watched them as they drifted
AN ECHOE IN MY HEAD
and spotlights on the tip
of their noses
minds are spelled with hieroglyfs
fingers are salty
hair is stiff
dusty shoes sun; burning their lashes -
and
a camel
and yellow women yellow walls yellow wagons yellow...
and they fall
into distortion their faces blurred by the sand
Poetry by summerbreeze
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 21:06
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can it be the colour of your eyes?
i dreamt of egypt
they encourage eachother
on the marketplace beneath
thousand legs and
dirty feet --
i watched them as they drifted
AN ECHOE IN MY HEAD
and spotlights on the tip
of their noses
minds are spelled with hieroglyfs
fingers are salty
hair is stiff
dusty shoes sun; burning their lashes -
and
a camel
and yellow women yellow walls yellow wagons yellow...
and they fall
into distortion their faces blurred by the sand
Poetry by summerbreeze
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 21:06
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