el vkng's ninth ghazal plus a bonus haiku

my heart is an enormous field of cactuses
for moisture i tapped one of the many cacti

kisses, waves, & tears on the JC Lodge
she floated away today

he shifted his thin ass on the sleek devan,
this store oughta be called the dumpster

eyes heavy from all the manufactured
energy, i rest my head at casa de petra

i used to be described by adults as ornry,
these days, i'm not bothered by much

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sweat halos my head
as neruda weeps saintly
all the leaves have thawed