Mirage

I walk

In the desert

Sand catches

between my toes

Lips cracked

Skin raw

And my eyes

My eyes dry

Void of tears

I cannot wash

The past away.

I wake

Everything the same

Make tea

Shower and dress

Turn on the ignition

And drive into the world.

Once I lived

In an oasis

Made of pearl streets

And pink purple palms

Warm breezes and cool pools

Of liquid orgasms;

Until my eyes

My dry eyes
Opened to see

White coat stethoscope
Holding a vial in one hand

Syringe in another

You have been sick

But now the delusions

Are at an end.

I no longer write

I cannot trust

Where fiction begins

Whether reality exists

Five minutes of zen

Am I thoughts or mind

Or breath or impatience

I know the sand is real

A speck rests in my eye

I can feel it and believe in it

In the way I can never

Believe in you again.