i am dry
i am as dry
as the next morning mouth
of a dissipated desert
as dry as the hoofs
of the camels of timbuctoo
little fussy face
i am as dry as the heart
of a sand storm
at high noon in hell
i have been lying here
and there
for four thousand years
with silicon in my esophagus
as gravel in my gizzard
taken from archy interviews a pharoah, 1927
archy & mehitabel by Don Marquis
Because that is exactly how dry this cold is making me feel. MAH THROAT! IT’S DRAH!