#tucson
People watching is such a treat,
Strangers moving, slightly off beat.
Arizona’s got its share—
Vices people won’t repair.
Morning junkies out and about,
Buses run late—people start to shout.
The city’s ***** choking on trash,
Cars don’t care—they speed and flash.
I walk these streets, tired and broken,
Engines pass like words unspoken.
Windows up—no one looks down,
Like I don’t exist in this sunburnt town.
You are nothing if you walk here—
Not a face, not a voice, not even fear.
Just heat… and pavement… and empty sound—
A body moving that no one found.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
The cold touch of death
To the last longing breath
To decay, the silent prayers
To nobody in this world who cares
The cold glass pipe covered in ****
This bewitching mountain town
The dirt river where dreams drown
People walk like zombies
Sadly, this is their “hobby”
Silence with no sound
Cactus stared at all of my mistakes
Sadly here in Tucson there is no lakes
Lizards scurry on the wall
One day someone will experience withdrawal
Life is crazy with no brakes
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:41 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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A Chewing-Gum Girl Waiting for the Sunset Limited
Long, long ago
In the station at Tucson we waited
Someone said the locomotive had burned in the desert
A girl with earphones chewed gum through the hours:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
Her eyes were closed, her music was her god
She clutched a leatherette case of tapes
Just as some clutch a Bible, and chewed:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
Her mechanical chomps could have been the rhythm
Of the passenger train that wasn’t there
My paperback novel never joined in:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
I don’t remember her boarding the train
That in the evening finally arrived
She might be in the Tucson station still:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 10:21 PM UTC
Iron gray storm clouds
Hug a ***** desert city
Gritty
With years of dust
And rust
Mistrust
And disgust
Heavy rain
Slaps against a grimy face
Leaving clean streaks in its place
A highlight
To the plight of the homeless
Thunder rolls forth
In this ironclad storm
Down here it's the norm
I find it soothing
Almost meditation
In form
Helps me inform
Myself
Oh well
Thoughts gone
Another monsoon
In Tucson
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 4:43 PM UTC
I hung myself on the first of July.
Hung myself right atop Picacho peak,
Where hard dry desert meets infinite sky;
Off between angels’ cries and demons’ shrieks.
But louder were the caws of some near crow
Who rasped joyfully, “This is the last place,”
He smiled, “There is nowhere else to go.”
Laughing vainly ‘til tears stream’d down his face.
And flew off into a veiled oasis,
Some realm my presence was not permitted,
Where mortality was not life's basis,
And creatures rivaled gods; ne’er submitted.
Oh that region knew neither pain nor death,
But I thought none of it aft’r my last breath.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
Kindred spirits with hearts to repair
Connecting with every story shared
Between the morning star and the crescent moon
We found beauty and strength in the rainy monsoon
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC