Atkins dye it in Memphis

Gibbs is without a dragon on a cold Tuesday night
but baseball is on thats whatsup
so he is feeling just alright

Go back to his Room paid for by his company I sit in his car name is fucken me

Slow to goddam French pride. Salty fries American slight

Who knows we reach for fried food in this

Fatso cry

who stole our walk past that hotel bar never know what’s gonna happen once inside

just nothing or maybe another night

of poetry maybe another

He just climbs

thats the elevator

falls asleep In drunken pride

If you choked back a mouthful try

to talk into his phone

In 20A in Hebrew cries out rain drops and monotone

Maybe this will be the night that he dies in the way in that he goes

Like Elvis on a toilet in a fieldhouse

comatose

The wind it slows.

I stepped outside for his last few bites cold rain upon his face

To feel the rhythm of mother Earth who

just to escape the human race

Another. Knight when is this overrun seems so bland I’ll too want to die

Was it once? so was it fun?

won’t pay attention to what was sought

The earth us overrun

And I’ve lost my train of

Thought

A roadie without a band

Driving in my uncles truck

Somewhere east of Omaha

You can listen

The highway became a thunder cloud

Pulled on over exit law

Truck stop entrance

Busts of cougar heads

tables made of engines

Open bar sign pressboard walls

Anxiety told me not to hurry

Just to wring my hands and worry

About nothing’s there at all

Whiskey is pouring how did?

Some one eyed man telling me stories

I need to write down what he saw

I know my poems might become boring

Traveling man settles too

Can’t drive in midnight flurries

You drank the kool-aid at the zoo

It tried to bite me did that kitten

I found it in the fields

I looked down at what I’d written

Blind old woman getting feels

Wrapped her legs up in a blanky

Rocking chair, sewing needles.

southern tease once in high heels

Now she’s cackling at my limpness

Turning pages, turning wheels

Driving south a stolen Mountaineer

Heading for those border hills

Only one headlight in my chandelier

Purple mountains majesty. Barely paid the bills