Thirst
To be hard is just too easy
and too forceful’s my jam
so I retire to a garden of roses
slow down my wicked left hand
breathe out and breathe in
make time for the art of giving in
Hesychast by fire light
the candles and the joss
staring at the jointed icons
burning off the dross
baptismal fluid drowns
thirsty desert air
heat waves rise and bake
dense as rock I forget
the fluid that will slake
Roses wilt, sere are petals
fall, fall, fall
forgotten memories return
of my first initiation
of the following repast
and I recall the missing element
“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.
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The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult
Robert Mitchell Jr. 