Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Straight Ahead: 17
It's just over the next sagebrush hill, a steamy bowl
of rice pilaf, yesterday's refried beans, quartered
tomatoes, crumbled burger, melted cheddar slices....
Doc Holliday cough-rasps in your ear. You wake:
arthritic hands, hunger gone, no grip for pistol or ball.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Straight Ahead: 16
Lifelong arrangements (silvery hemp rope,
or steel chain), rose bouquets, wet airport kisses.
Your 36,000-altitude dream soars on a rust flake.
Watery-eyes... dream-flight to a pine between rock.
Desert-comber... carrier of an empty clay tea bowl.
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Straight Ahead: 15
Quirky-biblical guitar music, black smoke,
malcontent chainsaw dreams, twisted rebar
in crumbled cement, throwaway phone books....
It is Sunday: a rural airport practice fire,
odor of jet fuel... an appetite for beef ribs.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Straight Ahead: 14
Dark green of bunch grass, dead-brown weeds...
drizzle is eastbound when the neighbor boy,
maybe after a breakfast of mourning dove
(thanks to a .17 caliber rifle with a scope),
knocks the door at nine, weed whacker growling.
Straight Ahead: 13
Box canyons, meteor shower blacktop roads....
You keep count with kidney-blood country music,
dented beer cans, punching bag thud-echoes.
Soon enough a headlong pitch into a grave,
perhaps down to one not quite meant for you.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Straight Ahead: 12
Later you wander to a gated pile of pasture rock.
You daydreamed a Western movie outlaw horse
would meet you at a fence. The sky moans misery.
Another fly-over jet. Ditch-tossed white funeral roses.
Oh... the Heaven of early ne-er-do-well Resistol years.