Desperation
21 June 2006Turned every hour
Like a roast chicken
Starting at a wall, the first
The ceiling, the second
And the wall, again
The third hour.
Dreaming,
What green plains
Lie beyond these walls.
Turned every hour,
Like a sand clock
Dreaming
I am sheik
In the desert sands of time
Pursued by bandits.
Fleeing
Feeling an arrow pierce me
Feeling the needle prick.
Turned every hour
Waiting to be turned now
Waiting to know
What it will feel
To be turned now
To be turned again
To be turned forever
Waiting to know
What it feels
To be turned dead
And never again
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