Theres something about the desert
that makes me feel so human
maybe its the complete lack of anything
human around I reply
You wonder about those cowboys
why they are silent and
why strength comes hand in hand
We all know John Wayne
without seeing a single movie
and we all know Clint Eastwood
(boys have smoked rolls of tar
to try and perfect those guttural
vowels and ended up with nothing
but lung cancer and a failed marriage)
And I've been branded like so many cattle
for you my sweet American expanse
a landscape with a horizon drawn
sharp with a T-square
and an imperceptible curve unruly like
the sound of Charlie Parker's horn,
completely lacking in pity
That is the deepest love
that will crush your soul
to a shard of sand
and blow you down to Mexico
where you will end up crushed
on the beaches of Acapulco
beneath the baby soft sole
of a sorority girl
or wedged in the leathery cushion
between the 3rd and 4th toe
of a waiter taking his smoke break
There are more grains than stars
and what's more the grains
have a better view
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