Shift Work Poem by Michael Fischer
Shift Work
She lies on her bed of mushrooms,
waiting for her orchids to bloom.
But in the heart of the desert,
she locks herself in its chambers.
With the key caught inside God's broom,
sweeping dust storms consume her lungs.
She tries to breathe through the ordeal,
but as she prays into the wind...
She eats her words;
She comes undone!
Monday, June 30, 2008
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4/19/2024 4:29:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Enjoyed the beginning very much but somehow it has a tendecy to lose the reader....... just my own oppion, otherwise very good......