#187 Stardust8937 Sex Lover Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: the Mohave desert,of Southern California MAN, I LOVE THIS DESERT (another poem by Stardust 9-6-10) I like to think of myself as an old grizzled desert cowboy-- Riding a pregnant Pinto mare into the brushland, the wasteland-- where no one with a lick of sense would ever go-- especially in the middle of August.
A place of tangled mesquite and creosote, and scorpions almost large enough to saddle and ride-- Almost a place where time forgot-- with NO one but my horse and me for miles around. But then, I've always had a larger than life sense of myself.
An overblown ego needing most of the time to simply get over myself. I've never even owned a horse-- Hell, I grew up a rich kid mostly in Connecticut.
But what the heck my friends, in my mind, it's been a good ride. The sun scorched my brain a bit, and some people fired a few slugs over my head-- but all in all, I did what I always do the best. THAT'S always been to keep the fire burning, to stir the pot, to tell my stories, and to keep the beans from burning.