bakers dozen
on the horizon near the playa
where apocalyptic marauders skate,
following a verde raw fruit shake,
beneath fade red chakra shawls
billowing from the desert winds.
a touch of gypsy, an ounce of saint
distant, unattainable, supremely created beings.
dusty weathered skins, they survive on magic,
gifted to them
alone.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
bakers dozen
on the horizon near the playa
where apocalyptic marauders skate,
following a verde raw fruit shake,
beneath fade red chakra shawls
billowing from the desert winds.
a touch of gypsy, an ounce of saint
distant, unattainable, supremely created beings.
dusty weathered skins, they survive on magic,
gifted to them
alone.
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