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lost poet
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here's a bit of my overt fan poetry...hope you like it!
The Joshua Tree
On the edge of thought, of darkness, ancient love.
A giant twisted cactus, outside skin
dry as the demanding sun, but inside,
juicy, dripping with delicate dreams,
running with wishing-well water,
baptised in lashings of sensual sap
In an ancient place, a desert
of dry jagged mountains
the dry birdcalls hardly hint at ancient love.
On the edge of thought, of darkness, find it.
Copyright 2004 lost poet
The Joshua Tree
On the edge of thought, of darkness, ancient love.
A giant twisted cactus, outside skin
dry as the demanding sun, but inside,
juicy, dripping with delicate dreams,
running with wishing-well water,
baptised in lashings of sensual sap
In an ancient place, a desert
of dry jagged mountains
the dry birdcalls hardly hint at ancient love.
On the edge of thought, of darkness, find it.
Copyright 2004 lost poet
