the loneliness out there 
has spooked all the camels
and it mixes with the grease

ask yourself what is
the sound of one white belly
thwacking against two cheeks gone
missing in a dim sullen moon 

take these pale feelings 
white as rice and roll them 
in the darkened skin of a cactus
then cut it into thin slices

bemoan the grit in your teeth
& your chapped lips that dream
of something more wet and red

there is no cure for
the now we're all wearing
but must we sit in shrouds 
inventing new ways to press fat 
through the eyes of needles

when we all know so well
that we can not pull
sand from grease
or suck on a rose
till all the dark is gone