The Purple Desert

Green man watches from the balcony
He sees the sea grow
Into trees
that whither
Into mouths
Void of any purpose

Scotty walks to the store
A fifteen year routine
A long journey
Everyday
The sky is crimson

The clouds whisper gossip of the stars
While the swallow builds
Her nest on them
The buildings continually change in form
As pink man swims
On the busy streets

A dog barks
Nearby
For a rock
To feed her young

The desert spins
Webs that turn
Into eyes
The size of hills

Scotty's arduous trek
Passes a few brick trees
Last a few hours
From his home to
The purple desert

A trap door
Lies below

The Store
Empty, still