I have found solace
On this tiny island
I see the landscape of mars
When I wake
Scratching the sandy grit
From my loneliness
I have become an island
No neighbors within site
Or maybe I am the deserted man
Seeking shelter under a craggy rock
Seeing a vast vat of blue
Choppy waves
Each one inching closer and closer
In this place of desert camouflage uniforms
Of colonels and sergeants
Of em-sixteens and tents
I have found solace in the
Crashing blue sky
