The dust and strings and motel lights:
An Iliad of horns which weep
Across the desert south, and sweeps
The meeting place of every scream.
They all converge and break their songs.
Cicada tremolos, which tease
The furtive loves lived out of bounds:
Illegal mouths to feed with dreams.
The voices dub and layer above
A canyon deep, where visions clashed
On streets with water cannon blasts.
Achilles – swift – has lost his fight
And hangs alone above the sands:
A broken man from distant lands.
Prompted by:
http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/prompt-4-music/
inspired by:
Alone Again Or, by Arthur Lee and Love
Gavin R Jones 
Beautiful in word & image.
This is incredible, the second stanza is my favorite even though every stanza is beautiful, I am listening to the song now because I hadn’t heard it before.
Outstanding!
Gorgeous!
Excellent work! It draws you straight in.
from someone has walked the walk of alone…this hit home…not great memories but then it is part of me and your words brought it up from somewhere below…that’s what god writing is…touching someone..making them face who they are…and were.
Thanks Old Grizz: that comment means a lot.
wow what a tale told in your verse…was not familiar with the song either prior to this but you have a really nice story telling style…the last couplet leaves a bit of a chill as well…
It’s the last couplet I shall remember most vividly, but a scintillating poem throughout.
A wow from me too. Beautifully told.
Anna :o}
The new prompt is up if you like to participate again I would love to have you =)
Am half way up a mountain in Slovenia at the moment, with limited internet. Will catch up on return! Thanks!
Oh wow have fun!
Illegal mouths to fill with dreams, excellent