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High Desert Art

DELETE

5/31/2018

DELETE

Strange
Men
On
Facebook
Say
They
Want
To
Be
My
Friend,
But
That
Ain’t
The
End.
It’s
A
Shabby
Trick
So
They
Can
Send
Me
Pictures
Of
Their
Unattractive
Dick,
Which
Is
Profoundly
Sick.
Buddy,
I’ve
Seen
Better
In
My
Day,
So
Just
Go
The
Hell
Away.
You
Have
Nothing
New
To
Show
Me,
And
Will
Never,
Ever
Know
Me.

Extermination

5/29/2018

Extermination

Sound
The
Pipe
And
Beat
The
Drums,
Today
The
Bug
Man
Comes.
No
More
The
Nasty
Ant
And
Desert
Roach
Encroach
In
My
House
And
On
My
Porch,
An
End
To
Home
Defense,
That
Noxious
Spray
That
Did
Not
Drive
Them
Away.
I will
Be
Free
And
Hopefully
Suspect
Never
More
To
See
A
Vile
Insect.

Maytime Madness

5/27/2018

Maytime Madness

Ants
In
The
Kitchen,
Ants
In
The
Bath.
I’m
No
Longer
Able
To
Grin
And
Think
I can
Win,
As
They
Roam
In
The
Sink,
Degrading
My
Home.
On
Tuesday,
Terminix
Will
Come
And
Apply
Some
Deadly
Fix.
Death
To
All
Who
Crawl,
I say,
And
Fervently
Hope
They
Will
All
Go
Away.

Rockin' On

5/25/2018

Rockin’ On

Glory
Be
To
Heaven!
Bob
Dylan
Is
Seventy
Seven.
Perhaps
The
Secret
To
Longevity
And
To
Endure
For
So
Long
Is
Never
To
Stop
Giving
A
Good
Song
Clean,
Keep
Saying
What
You
Mean
In
Poetic
Rhyme,
And
Thereby
Fool
Time.

Pillaged

5/23/2018

Pillaged

On
Trash
Day,
Before
The
Trucks
Can
Come,
The
Containers
Are
Picked
Through
By
Every
Sort
Of
Deranged
Bum.
Homeless
Beggars
Crowd
The
Intersections
In
All
Directions
With
Their
Cardboard
Signs,
Driving
Us
All
Out
Of
Our
Minds.
The
Most
Painful
Aspect
Of
Trump
And
His
Greedy
Fellow
Fiends,
Is
That
They
Have
Not
Only
Pocketed
The
Nation’s
Benefits
And
Cash
In
A
Grasping
Flash,
But
In
A
Relentless,
Stealthy
Scheme,
Stolen
The
American
Dream.

Unkind Cut

5/21/2018

*Duy Huynh*

Unkind Cut

The
Jerk
Across
The
Street
Has,
With
Evil
Work,
Cut
Down
All
His
Trees,
To
Make
His
Property
More
Neat,
I guess,
But
Now
It’s
A
Hot
Mess.
No
More
The
Leaves
Will
Tremble
In
The
Breeze
To
Please
My
View.
What
An
Awful
Thing
To
Do,
To
Kill
The
Graceful
Shade
They
Made.
The
Savage
Will
Learn
What
He
Has
Done
As
The
Days
Pass,
And
He
Bakes
His
Ass
In
The
Pitiless
Sun.

Consort

5/19/2018

Consort

The
Burden
Of
My
Crown,
The
Weight
Of
My
Elaborate
Gown,
The
Scepter
I carry,
The
Man
I must
Marry,
All
Bear
Me
Down.
I would
Turn
And
Flee,
But
Am
Doomed
To
Be
A
Prisoner
Of
Royalty.
Fool,
Do
Not
Envy
Me,
I am
Nothing
That
You
See.

Mid-May

5/17/2018

*Spirit Of Water* 36" H X 30" W Oil On Linen

Mid-May

Gauging
My
Options
As
I survey
The
Day
And
Plot
My
Getaway
From
All
That
No
Longer
Tempts
Me
To
Stay.
Habit
Dulls
The
Mind
And
I find
A
Need
To
Move
On.
Take
Heed,
You
Will
Soon
Find
Me
Gone.

Out There

5/15/2018

*Duy Huynh* Starcatcher

Out There

As
Twilight
Comes,
The
Sky
Fills
With
Dusky
Clouds,
Hiding
Crowds
Of
Stars.
Growing
Mist
Mars
Their
Glow,
But
I know
They
Are
There,
Shining
Everywhere,
Memories
Like
Secrets
Hidden,
Like
Regret
Unbidden,
And
Yet
I am
Always
Aware,
Because
I still
Care.

Sailing For Tomorrow

5/10/2018

*The Escape Artist*

Sailing For Tomorrow.

Only
Moon
Light
On
The
Water
Sweeping
By
Separated
Sea
From
The
Night
Sky,
Blue
To
Blue
Showing
All
I knew
Of
Time
And
Loss
And
The
Eternal
Cost
To
Stay
Afloat,
To
Note
Which
Way
I could
Reach
The
Distant
Beach
And
The
Dawn
Of
Day,
Before
Being
Washed
Away.