idle tourist rule

running on sand from saffron dreams,
an apocalyptic end to all means,
a cinderblock cloud of warning–
of screams!
of screens
in palm trees.

bronzed for the age
of the less
and the less
and the guess
for the best,

for the queen

of the sea–
the arabian sea.

the lone hippy
with eyes shooting
into tourist’s
they’re surrounded by silk
shrunken into fashion,

lack lusting of passion:

the cheap corruption
of rajastan.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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