Prose? Fiction?

And this is not Prose...

 Sometimes The Wind Will Blow
by Jim Nasium

In the haze of early morning
out in the middle of no where
the opium farmers offers dreams
that can only be had there
days spent chasing the dragon
lost in another place
you don't need to say a word
it's written all over your face

Out of the heat of mid day
you rest inside the hut
young girls fan and serve you
don't care you're stuck in a rut
they are more than willing
to satisfy your every need
you sit there with a needle in your arm
watching your self bleed

Safe in the darkness of night
you lay quietly all alone
don't need a computer
a TV or telephone
yet you are in touch with
the forces of the universe
tomorrow you'll do it all again
things are getting worse

In the haze of early morning
out in the middle of no where
the opium farmers sells dreams
that can only be bought there
you said you didn't want to stay
now you don't want to go
rain will fall now and then
sometimes the wind will blow

©2004 Jim Nasium
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