The man in the starry tie
led me talking backwards
 across the waving chips
I spoke fantastic, like a prophet
like a piece of blood
where no doors are

and weary now I set upon the good year
and the wrench
wrenching out of me every
ready of light
that I might get it
and walk away
into the metro sunset

and now across the plains
take your child
the highway sign, banana trees,
windows parted and hoping
see the flat faced delicatessen
sweeping up the afternoon
pick up little pieces of meetings
and on your way
here is the donut shop
here is the early morning light
where I would drool in chlorine
yes here is the early mornings I spent training

and here is the highway
chasing 'j's' out on his empty skin
looking for license plates
and liquor stores
over there is New Mexico
and down there is Corpus
you can find my mother and me wrapped up in a warm
scotch on the rocks
the numbing ice of each others eyes
looking just like now
for relief

there is no direction but past
everything else is passive
but if you would
seek me seek me there
in a field
or a gas station
in my American mothers arms
before she is
too medicated to remember

don't weave the web too tight
don't catch me tonight
speak to me in cool lines
  the steering wheels turning
where ever we go
dinner approaches
the fire light
  of high beam and lipstick
  laughing the red Midwest
her curled curtains
wild and a strand of me stuck in her mouth
wet always an outsider
to the cities I create
the entire east comes upon me and I
reeling in stars
grip the wheel
a good girl, really
just don't know how to stop
this thing

          unable to stay here


RICKIELEEJONES