Arizona

Alone
in the high desert of Arizona,
both drunk and incredibly thirsty.

I wandered aimlessly, without purpose.

Was it the booze?
The heat?
The fact that I was
reading Todd Moore just hours before I strayed into this hell hole?

What lead me to the place,
to seek out coyote dens to piss into?

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One response to “Arizona

  1. dulzimordash

    Reblogged this on Spontaneous Creativity.

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