The Dialect of the Desert

by

"A man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more, feel more, enjoy more in one mile than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles."—Edward Abbey

I live in a desert
Towels cool labored minds
Camels take refreshments
42nd to SoHo
While their owners trek
The resting spot, a yellow box

 Mecca

 Visine shields the dry looks
That the flappers give each other
(we still have flappers here...)
Girls pose as grown women
Colorful advertisements
The greatest lies ever sold

 Lies sold to lost souls
Hip-Hop serves lectures
Our ears can finally decipher
A lifetime will be spent
Trying to pay your way back
Although you have sold out

 Time travels through a
Grain of sand
Oh, how barren the humid
Tity has
Become my heartbeat echoes
Off the cold walls of my
Empty canteen

 Gasps of air yelling
Truth is taboo
1984
I dare you
To stand in front of the television once more

 Slowly failing the motherland
Relaxing my roots
Suppressing the truth
I am not like THEY
My locks will never be straight

 ii.

 The precinct pointed at me and laughed
Robin Hood thought she'd outsmart
A system meant to disintegrate
The initial race

 Modified DNA, birthing the new image
My name is Project #102293
Adam knew he was naked and was forsaken
What will become of me?