worshiping stone Gods on purpose
laying bare the vein to be mined for rich ore
bringing up the precious metals from out of the depths of the earth
seeking hunger in the desert so you will know what it feels like
trapped in burning sands by unscalable plateaus
the desert as a wound that never heals
the desert as aged flesh that never dies
the desert as dead flesh that has not known life in you lifetimes.
a flash of alien flowers–a smile, half buried in the sand
in the high desert, the ancient ancestor to forest pines waits in vain for
evolutionary bus that does not ever make a stop here in the wastelands
seeking you out from the depths of my being
something good is there
I know it
a camp fire on the edge of oblivion
some day synchronized Flirting will be an Olympic sport and the world will be much happier!
Tags: free verse, poem, poet, poetry, stone, stone gods, stone poet, stone shaman
