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Joshua Tree

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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  1. A sobering read in several senses of the word. “One life no cure” is a phrase which will stay to haunt me as I cling to optimism in the face of facts. A nice thought provoking verse as you can see from my extended comment 🙂

    • Thank you for the compliment. This is a character sketch of a person who is bent on self destruction…I think it is time for me to lighten up a bit, keep the optimistic outlook 🙂

  2. Beautiful poetry… but so lonely and sad. Especially loved the pic of the tree, the shape of the branches makes it look like there are kids climbing it, playing in it, hanging by their knees.

    • Thank you..it’s a character sketch of a guy I created who is bent on self destruction. I’ve been writing a lot of gritty poetry lately, but my main thing is humor…you’d never guess that, ha ha.

  3. I really like this. It reminds me of old Southern spirituals where the rhythm’s simplicity contrasts with the deeply emotional context. Well done.

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