Theodora Watts

Soft Eye

Hubcap dreams shame the desert’s decisive soft eye; slow humble feet drag across sandpaper troughs
Drunken dust calls forth decrepid dawn freaks
 
Yes they know already.
 
Trigger thunder defies my tree-rooted mind, devouring my voodoo soul and precious pearls.
The albino beggar pleases nothing but his moon.

(2011)

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