A Ritual of Hunger & Thirst
by Frank Watson
The garden is flooded
and all the whores have gathered
to expose the roots
of hunger and thirst.

I cry in the pleasurable hearse
of wine, drinking the filthy dust
of leftover souvenirs
in a city filled with pain.

I search for the midnight train
of stars that will lead me from this
suffering land, a place where lust
is all that life demands.


All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013