Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

At Long Last, At Dusk


You disturbed the antelopes...
The river runs red, Tar Baby...
No it doesn't...

Stop being such a humiliator...
Angeldust...
Honor Rust...

Screamed and cussed at lust and slush
and wanderlust, brushed hair
brushed aside green eyes, at long last
- - - At dusk, drinking from a rustic
plastic flask or a cup of rare,
musty and musky pesticide - - -
Where's my milk and rum?
I rest in a casket; I die
- trust me - Depressed, I cried;
I pressed
the sky with my
silken thumb - - -
Where am I really from?
<><><> Blessed with pride,
eating pie crumbs
from the crest of this dumb
crusty society.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 04, 2013

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part stream-of-consciousness before i went to bed, part experiment listening to my subconscious, and part experimenting with rhyming in general.

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