Doped in stunned mirages

It’s like a white onion-fleshed pumpkin tiny black eyes and round paper hairs laughing white collars minced muted in the huffing dry morning wind that jingled like fish bones… the black felt loam seeped hungrily and the waxy pepper stones puffed green tongued cactus with red hat thorny flowers seeped lazy in their thirst searching in their proteceted nakedness in the bottom of Arizona’s ocean… the sun stroked the grey fleshed drunk curtains and a lizard flipped off like a star of scales ‘n pukedafly of a yoke yellow throaty chirp… a senseless dust devil sucked the brush debris chimney soaring invisible waterfalls and drenchedRead More →