October 2009
3 posts
west-ish
While racing vultures against the wind of the wild, wild west
I collect stars from the Arizona sky
and chiseled stones beneath worn-out tires
and feet
like Milagros nailed to an iconic double boarded symbol
I lost faith in long ago.
On the road we pee in damp restrooms
behind soda machines
at pit-stop travel-lodge houses
where fast food employees serve free booze to those praising slot...
