20,000! Now!


Cold enough now to stay in
Remember the western route
apart on the same road
rushed in once, first,
then let years pass

On the whole we do not lie
I am too aware of the blood we share
Some veins corroded from the oceans
Timelines too immense to follow
When we met I was a monster
But who remembers

Through the desert I saw signs to
make a home for $20,000! Now!
Then eons of such empty spaces
Holy places, untilled greatness
A mule, squat southern trees, sparse sagebrush on a
rare gray afternoon
In the opposite direction but I want to go home soon

In the hours I’ve given to wishing for a life I understand
I willed myself into Love, permanent hallucination
on the superego drug
and then to travel, its rabid teeth in my neck
The open country spreads so far
we’re not even halfway yet
High speed, navigation traps, 
imagination bureaucrats
I could listen but I don’t
There’s rain on the glass
Warm enough to leave and whole enough to last