Giant-

Crude oil bursts free
From the naked barren Landscape
Cacti and eagles
Hold the range
A few hundred miles wide
High noon Sun blares down
Upon clay and rock
There’s no escape
From it’s omnipotent presence
Snakes, and lizards
Lie dormant
Within shadow havens

Skin shines like velvet mirrors
Drowning waterfalls
Cascade
Down
Muscular
Cut
Full square back
The dust of the land
Filling every pore
Oil stained eyes

“She’s a gusher”
He laughs
Intoxicated
Excited
Like reeling in
A two ton salmon
A gift from the gods
Rains down upon him
Black gold smile
His boots brimming
Overflowing liquid
Bullion
Ebony
Thick

Constant
Monolithic cries
Scream from heavy pressure
Iron giants pummel down
Deep into Gaia’s side
Up
Down
Up
Down

Phallic repetition
Ancient fossil juice
Jettison
Miles into the sky
Hemorrhaging a wealth
Too rich to conceive
Instant billionaires
Made in a single moment
Blond hair soaked grease black

Hallelujah
Eureka
He’s been Prayin’ for a score
Fourteen hour shifts
Burning days
Freezing nights
Cigarettes
Coffee
Beer
The diet of man
That no longer cares
That has nothing to lose
Nothing to share
But
Fills his empty soul with hope

Strike it RICH
Make it BIG
In his dreams
Long white stretch limousines
Cigars smuggled
Illegal from overseas
Mansions
As far as the eye can see
His ship’s come in
It’s been four damn years
In solitude
Finding comfort in his
Own
Reflection

Weeks blurred into months
The monotony of nothingness
Slowly
His mind gone mad
Talking to coyotes
Feral calls
Blood thirsty cries
Reverberating
Echoing
Within
His
SKULL


*(matthew bowers)* ~93
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