Rich Ferguson


“Last night the moon was a sun-bleached cowskull.

Clouds moved across the night like sandstorm.

Stars howled.

The hours slithered by,

dug their poisonous fangs into me.

My body slipped off into fevered dreams,

then mirage.

Sometimes sleep is an unforgiving desert.”

– Rich Ferguson

(Los Angeles, Poet)

© 2013


  1. lkthayer · March 19, 2013

    Rich, your poetry & performances always leave me mesmerized
    & breathless…welcome to The Juice Bar! 🙂

  2. Mitch · March 26, 2013

    Like a sun baked desert… Empty walls that once buzzzzzed with arty farty clutter. We all could bring our thoughts, joys and passion here… Like an English wild garden overflowing with colour and many a dancing butterfly adding beauty with every flutter! The Juice Bar never closed and welcomed all….. Lisa my darling I still see your ghost at the bar… They can’t take that away. ~x~

  3. Mitch · April 5, 2013

    Please keep posting comments on any of the stuff you like here at the “The Juice Bar”…… We need so much more support to keep this going and Lisa is fighting to keep the blog alive!!

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