The Dryness Inside Of Me 



In a hot summer night I stood. Drops
of perspiration ran down my face.
Iluminated by the blinking of spirit 
robbing fluorescent  ligts. The 
hipnotic red, white and green covers 
everything. Air scented by sticky 
and sweet flavors of green, purple,
yellow and red. Salty or sweet,
small or large. Roll down a twenty,
a ten, two fives back. In a miniature
ferris wheel, with all the looks of the 
years. Shriveled skin, wrinkled ends.
The movement makes it  look like 
every turn will be his last. I close my
eyes and I think; about the dryness 
inside of me.I go back, and
 get a big gulp.