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.