On A Pale Horse Rode Death:Desert Poetry Meets City Beats

City streets meet the empty highway.

This biway I've known my whole life.

Goes on and on.

I see him this rider of the storm.

 

The one of the almost white Palimino.

This monster in the city smog.

Now that you're gone,

and there is nothing,

no one to save me.

 

I may meet this Monster Man that rides that pale horse.

Reviews

[Stacey]

Zee last line is cool. I like Monster Man :]