A Night Out.

 

A night out

Walking beneath the chrystal clarity
of ten trillion distant points
endless dandruff sprinkled liberally
on black velvet
warm desert breeze...95 degrees
caressing my hair and face
the world sleeps as I wander
amidst ancient spirits and spires
the quiet is so loud that I find
myself thinking about
how loud the quiet is
my cooking fire emits an orange glow
the spit above it clean except for....
the bits of fat that hock their way
into the blazing coals
my sleeping bag lies waiting
its belly empty,
its comforts not yet met
for dreams elude me
~
where I chose to camp
was used before
it holds the remnants of
many other nights like these
in the ashes of long dead fires
and in the bones of
many meals consumed
now buried in the sand
for I am not the first to visit this place
nor will I be the last
But tonight it is
my prowling ground
my howling ground
to desecrate or pay tribute to
as I so desire
the cacti stand silent witness
the rocks mute
as my footfalls echo
through the canyon walls
these monoliths have known
for centuries
the blackness that swallows
all the desolation of this land
and they welcome it at eve
for morning brings the brutal heat
and the relentless struggle to survive
again till nightfall shades them
soon the sandman pays a visit even here
amidst the vast storehouses of his grain
my eyes grow burdensome
and so I amble back to find some sleep
beneath a speckled dome
when at long last I am stretched out
H O R I Z O N I T A L
I lie gazing at Gods diamonds
whose brilliant cuts bedazzle
these desert skies
my eyes blink once
then twice
then thrice
and find the abscence of all light
more suitable to my restless mind
* ) * * * * * * * * * * * *MFB III

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thevoice 6 years ago from carthage ill

terrific deep poem great reading thanks


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

Very nice poem MFB great hub.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

You must be close to 50 Caliber in this one. I longed for the campsite that you speak of. Then I camped out for most of 14 months in Indo-China. It ruined my camping. Thanks MFB!

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