Monday, August 11, 2008

Bad Poem, Parte Due/Part Deux


You slept with rapid preparation
for the world in Benkelman, NE,
even as I said, awake! and stuck
fried potatoes in your veins.

The direction of Cokeville was Wyoming.
You drew the rodeo pioneer
in a seat belt on the day
they celebrated our large fatherland.

House mortgages, conversion vans!
The open thing of this road,
the freedom to be taken,
all these stars, and more.

Independence, KS,
was a small house on the meadow.
You were hungry. I didn't stop.
I pretended not to see the lights.

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