Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Alternate Reality

Rolling hills of sand
An open door with no rooms
Lies a crashed plane
In a sunken ship
Murderous monkeys
Dance around the tomb
Of the dead
One stays behind
Timid and afraid
It scampers away
Beneath the sand
A cave with bones
A tree with one limb
Spurts vines to capture
Prey waiting silently
Yet a dinosaur
Remains the bigger predator
Chasing along bridge of rocks
Into a cave in the mountain side
Covered in webs and dripping water
As night falls, three moons rise over the land


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