me and my minimal shadow
at high noon in hell
a fire directly overhead
and fiery sand under foot
and a ghost Seka saunters up
and with blazing lips performs on me
and I awaken in the cool rainy morning
saying "What the hell was that about?"
Content (c) 2008-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserevd.
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