Sahara wheezing 2

My lines are creaking again

Like salt wind in my sails

Or a caravanserai of camels, 

grumbling at the dawn. 

This moon's face stare

Pounds at my blood, denies me rest,

The force of coughing shakes 

Me to my toes.  

But fires synapses, images and light. 

Shut your eyes, remember the Sahara,

when I took my camel away from the other tourists 

And there was just me, 

the endless dunes and

my ship into the desert wind. 

LMC 04 Apr 2017. (02:05)

Desert wheezing

My lines are creaking again
Like salt wind in my sails
Or a caravanserai of camels, grumbling,
Waiting for the dawn.

Steroids are supposed to reduce
The wheezing but I wouldn't like
To do a bp test right now.
My blood is thundering round
In a stampede and though
The coughs are shaking me to
My toes, sleep evades me yet.

Shut my eyes, remember the Sahara,
when I took my camel away from the other tourists
And there was just me,
the endless dunes and
my ship into the desert wind.

LMC 04 Apr 2017. (02:05)