It’s been quite some time. I have not had the will to write about very much. Indeed, I’m feeling very hallowed. Nonetheless, I have a few more of Arrow’s poems to share. I’m touring some Frank Lloyd Wright sites around the country, which has brought me to Arizona. Hence, the theme:
Desert Oasis
But for a place named Biltmore
Why are there so few?
delusion kicks in
sweating from the intense heat
cacti or cac*die*?
tumbleweed blows past
perhaps it is for the best
nothing to see here
Flood this dry desert!
Rice will grow, waifu will show.
Build my field of dreams.
Beautiful !