welwitschia
tree tumbo, you dumbo
we are the ugly desert plant
hollyhock, to the face a wet sock
we are the sempiternal endurance, the dance
like welwitschia
schizophrenia
starts at the two that can be nipped in the bud but as the
whips of wind keep at it
corrugated perforations
we are the dryness of the salt
and we are also the petrichor of the aquifer.
welwitschia
might bewitch ya
no water but you do not stop
prospecting. unwanted uncalled for intrusions, the bedrock can be broken. So can the sky. Tapped into, hacked into.
hackneyed hacksaws. an overflowing bowl of flaws. a body of straws, one desert gust away from becoming dust.
you are welwitschia.
you will endure.
YOU ARE READING
Revèuse
Poetry"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.
