THE WALLS
NEVER FALL
AND SLEEP
NEVER COMES
THE HOLE IS DRY
LIKE SAND
AND MY HEAD
SUFFERS FROM IT
LIKE A HANGOVER
IN BLINDING LIGHT
OR A FOOL
FINDING WISDOM
BEFORE THE GUILLOTINE
TAKES IT AWAY
THE OASIS IS DRY
Charles Lara
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dry-2/
