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)
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