Thirsty Girl

Twisted yarns of golden sunrays spilled across the desert sand
Making eyelids stick together with rigor mortis despair
As a whisper drifted yearning its treasure
A girl knelt with hopeful hands reaching
For a sailboat floating in the wind
Her pink fingernails scraping for the cloud
Thirsty for the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Which refused to soften the sand
Her knee over her trap
set deep beneath the rock
where even the shadows were afraid to hide
the presence of garter-snake, scorpion, a bottle
waiting its turn
And so her whisper found its place there
a shadow, an echo
Fading into cool darkness
And so the sky opened its ears
to swallow the wind and digest the whispers
Thus the angry clouds finally came,
pirates rich with silver hid under cloud sailboats
and stole the sun, robbed it of its gold
in the swinging of swords,
Slashes of thunder struck sand
Filling the wound with blood from clouds
the girl’s eyelids opened and she stood from her knees
a pleasant smile on her face
smooth feeling of the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
caressing her back, brushing her teeth, sealing her lips
her brown hair
mending with the twisted yarns of sunrays
no longer spilling across sand
the sound of a scrape in the air
her pink fingernails turning black
as they turned the rock
the bottle found her hand,
a trap
rich with the tears of pirates
clanking like silver coins
in her hand.


by Joe

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Oh, sure. Make the poet use "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious". Ha friggin' ha. Well guess what: Joe will use it TWICE on your ass. (I'm still a little fuzzy on the context, but I do like the imagery.)

Plus, apparently the word is recognized in spell-check. Who knew.