The Bluest Of Deserts Poem by J.L. Nash

Sunday

Monday
Tuesday
Wed


It’s kind of quick it’s
quick it’s really
quick
Quicker than a
hot shower
Than the cold
shock of a cold shower
Than the bite of pain
when the legs breaks
Deeper than a
poke in the eye

And it stays with
you
After shock
Earthly tremors
Like after you heard
someone is dead
Or has died
And the world
stands still it’s
kind of still

But something is
shimmering
beating and
standing
still
at
the
same
time
And it
makes you
feel
Dizzy without
falling over

And then with
the speed of the
first wave
and then
The shimmering of the
second wave
Then
then
then
There’s
nothing
There’s nothing
You just stand
there
Suddenly transported into
The most arid of
landscapes
The bluest of
deserts