SAND OASIS By: Vincent John Hayes You tell me that it's hard sometimes To make your feet align. I hesitate to speak But I think you're just hopelessly inclined And hell-bent to abide To the taunting gestures Of blinded strangers. These baseless fantasies are making your mind Ire, Because you know damn well That every road is a lonely one In good time And that's just osmosis In its most basic nature Taking and splitting all of your bliss And leaves you searching for another Sand Oasis Pack your baggage And sharpen your beak Yea, I'm gona stagger Right from this could of defeat In the roads that are to come I'll find someone else just like me See them dead where they fell And I'll scavenge On their cathartic meat. Did you forget to pack away Some light? Is that why you chase the sun around the Earth? Hoping that it might Someday give a home to your cruse. You know damn well that the sun will return On its normal course But that's not what you need Not right now, no, of course So says that holy ghost With a wanderer's blisters on his feet. Sometimes I wonder if anything of yours Will ever be requited When you're so navigational and spasmodic I know the ideas are disquieting And I can see the urges are leaking from your Pours To be sensational and nomadic Hoping that it might cure Your ugly stasis Yea, she's gona search for her Sand Oasis. Pack your baggage And sharpen your beak Yea, I'm gona stagger Right from this could of defeat In the roads that are to come I'll find someone else just like me See them dead where they fell And I'll scavenge On their cathartic meat. Broken down and sorry She's contemplative And wants to know exactly why She was never happy She's failed to find that common purpose And knows that this is the end of her story But just the beginning of so many more divorces Still to come are future remorses And their courses for settling down Without a sound But now, at least, there no more reasons to be sad Or frowning She's picked off those scabs Of arthritis And has finally found her Sand Oasis |