singin' the same songs

Photograph by Rod March, U.S. Geological Survey

not only

in the middle of rab al khali

is the sun merciless, brainless

faithless

fiery fire makes the round
around weary necks
wrinkled foreheads

the dogs have stopped crying

runny nosed children do

but what do they know

of despaired despondency?

in mahogany lined rooms
or dhurried chambers

lethargic legends logicalize

dropping morsels of faith

sprinkled with restrained disdain
and scent of crisp notes
over the lands of
terminal tribulation

bit by bit
bite by bite

cascading chaos
over parched

hibernating misery

again

and you and i

will write and repeat
the same songs
faithfully, faithlessly

in mahogany lined rooms
or dhurried chambers...