12.31.06 1:18 am

i am nothing but
a wasteland for you
to dance through,
kick up the dust,
pick your teeth
with forgotten bones.

there is no water here
and yet you still cut up
this earth, looking
to whet your lips,
your table heavy
with exotic fruits,
ripe and juicy
and craving to be eaten.

every drip from
your hungry mouth
burns acid onto this
cracked and empty
desert, stretching
far and wide.

the vibrant river
is nothing but
a mirage of memory.