Ain’t nothing magic
about Joshua Tree
as you venture there
on bended knee
no drink in the desert
to quench that thirst
clear air current
in the vast desert
cactus tree
laces like fingers
bell inside your head
lingers…
dull pain shears
and tatters
caring for naught,
you stagger
bottle stupor, one life no cure
desert curse, course unsure
ain’t no magic here
no wizard spell
no breaks, no solace
no place to dwell
take your demon drink,
you know it well
decaying now,
this human shell
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