stars in red dread

Is it night

or bright

late at night? 

bake or freeze

in desert breeze

hot and raw

calming thaw

sulphur heat

red hot rocks

twigs and thorns

rattling snakes

burnt skin flakes

mouth so dry

nights are a lie

no cloud in sight

with shining stars

and stars and stars

it's pitch black

a painters brush

has gone mad

spraying paint

on canvas black

dripping art

on skies that start

from those dark orb

of yer eyes

and finish in a never

galaxy of sighs

clouds of nebula

and stardust

speckle the vision

when I look up 

it's littered with stars

planets and satellites

gazing into the dark

there's so much light

and I've trudged and walked and heaved and climbed and dusted off red mud from my sleeves

I've hiked and ran, walked in vain

sifted through these red deserts

flecked with aboriginals paintings

and a 10 billion flies

that's the correct number of flies

for there have been those many

the deserts are crazy

lava hot in afternoon

night's a pleasant cool

brazen conglomeration of rocks

that hugged each other and formed a novelty

monarch butterflies 

tiny watering holes

silent and red, oh so red

superimposed under a blue sky 

I climbed those rocks and climbed those mountains

and my clothes are red

my shoes redder

the buzz of silence and a billion flies

and sloughing heat from morning sky

the sun is cruel, yes it is

promises to burn

however you resist 

And burnt I am, yes indeed..

Brown green and blue, and a stark naked tree