The desert madman.

[Pellinore]

Bleeding desert sun,
sea of white sand.
A man lives,
In a rock cave,
Has a long beard,
Speaks.
"Beware crazy people dwell here".
He has a bone in his hand.
"Beware for the sun".
He has no clothes.
"Beware for the water".
Blood dripping from his lips.
"I am not a man".
Crazy man.
"I am a leaf"
There are no trees.
"The wind has no purpose"
Where is this place?
"You tell me".
I awake.

[zaz]

I liked what you put down here, reminds me of one of my poems, good work

[stalk]

very nice.
I wrote a poem about an old artist dying in the desert, a long time ago.




a shiny light,
something to bite
before he imbibes all the small vials
of primary paints
and black
runs down the mouth
of a desert.
crawled
through all the prickly chins . .
coming to a shady end

[Pellinore]

very nice.
I wrote a poem about an old artist dying in the desert, a long time ago.




a shiny light,
something to bite
before he imbibes all the small vials
of primary paints
and black
runs down the mouth
of a desert.
crawled
through all the prickly chins . .
coming to a shady end


That poem is pretty cewl stalk :p

[stalk]

as is yours. I dig your style.