Dehydrated

Forty-six days ago
              I was stuck in that desert,

Not a drop to my name
Or thoughts of the sane,
More of the same, the less I refrained.
Time
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stacked
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fast,
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it’s too much voodoo to do
Today and tomorrow
So very sad the doctor isn’t in,
his hex always backfires
Yet again
Catching a case of the diminished.

A cactus.

Replenished-------------------------------------Collision,
Incoming imagination,
Hearty laughter from hallucinations,
Vibrations,
      From the barren earth below,
         & Somehow I know
Today it is Not happening
For I begged the mirage too far.
To give, three weeks to seek
                The tempting creek
                Hiding and weaving through the city of Men,
                Their holy pig pen,
I confess, I prefer a watercress mess
                                Than to be blessed
 with banishment into this land of hexagons.

Built up, delayed,
Whatever you call it,
i’m here for a good while.

A time in fumes, to plume, smoke,
From leather lungs,
In a heat so dry
A fun long gone.
Rhythms to see
Aromas to hear
Nothing to say,
For this tiring mind-grind
Keeps relaxation at bay,
And I pray, to find those dreaming-steaming waters.
~ Carmello Yello