Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Straight Ahead: 23



Straight Ahead: 23

You give thought to buying a new bedroll,
search online bargains... check range rifles,
long Google map rocky rivers, saddlebags,
J.M. Capriola buckaroo ropes. Decade eight:
to each dream, a broke-windows dusty motel.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Straight Ahead: 22



Straight Ahead: 22

Afternoon and a sweet alfalfa wind comes
across the irrigation canal... out of the northwest.
Pretty baby is baking chocolate chip cookies,
fudge-nut brownies, talking lilac-quilts.
Oh, vows of spring-lush Russian olive trees.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Straight Ahead: 21



Straight Ahead: 21

Wolf-gray clouds, knees almost buckling
on uphills, memory of cup-bottom tea leaves,
blood-curses of a corduroy-'n-wool necromancer....
Bone dice... you shamble into an eighth decade.
Ghosts shadow-jab, growl, Compose yourself. 

Friday, May 27, 2016

Straight Ahead: 20



Straight Ahead: 20

Six-days beard, Leaving Cheyenne
on a CD player, you're a dust devil.
Sagebrush evening, cloud-drift horizon,
memory: newlyweds in a barb wire shack...
happiness of go-hard days, strawberry nights.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Straight Ahead: 19



Straight Ahead: 19

You're three years without Copenhagen snuff.
It's a small town.  A Memorial Day Carnival,
a Ferris wheel, the homeless with backpacks...
red, amber, and plum balloons curse the sky.
In the West, we waltz across shallow graves.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Straight Ahead: 18



Straight Ahead: 18

Stars as small as the eye sockets of rats,
shafts of black light from black holes:
all of it wispy-hypnagogic in a blue sky.
You comb memory on spectral-quiet days,
take your bones against blood red gravity. 

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Straight Ahead: 17



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



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



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



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



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



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.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Straight Ahead: 11



Straight Ahead: 11

One morning the outbound train tracks
are off-level, against habit, abandoned.
Buffalo stew meat, one greasy old bone.
Coyote echoes.  The sky is wispy-white
against blue... a few ashy smudges.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Straight Ahead: 10



Straight Ahead: 10

A high desert land line phone no one can repair,
cathedral perfume of sagebrush,  dream departures
by amber lantern: you leash your dazzle-hound,
promise her cubes of broiler pan Angus rib steak.
Obituary Tuesday... echo of graveyard wagons. 

Monday, May 16, 2016

Straight Ahead: 9



Straight Ahead: 9

Ebony lake snakes in a strawberry garden....
You daydream a five-grand Platte Valley saddle. 
Spring passes like some friendships... sweep
of north wind... silence on cold fort-stone.
Ahead... the broke-wing crow of six days ago.


Sunday, May 15, 2016

Straight Ahead: 8



Straight Ahead: 8

Second day of light rain on sagebrush.
Evening... home to German cheese sausage.
You slow-drive a washboard road, scrawl
a lost hubcap poem, lines not up to snuff
with a faint-rose-on-silver drizzly horizon.


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Straight Ahead: 7



Straight Ahead: 7

Bird off a window, a woman stands a corner
by Safeway, cardboard sign: Homeless Family.
She's got a watery-eyed son, wheat-gray face,
crew-cut.  Not a wisp of paper money in our car.
It's evening... taste of rain, iconic skull clouds.

Straight Ahead: 6




Straight Ahead: 6

Pity plowed mid-May ground in a hard wind...
blowing grit.  Faint-light dawn.  Coyote scream.
Organic corn is-still-corn breakfast flakes,
red and blue cantina light bulbs on a mirror,
you take a cheap razor to your soapy face.




Thursday, May 12, 2016

Straight Ahead: 5



Straight Ahead: 5

Nostalgia radio as bottled-tomatoes listeria...
road trip songs, brain-blood in yesterday time,
de regueur Stetson on your thick bone noggin'.
You roll past a sideways-growing pasture elm...
stubborn at the quickened pace of mortality.



Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Straight Ahead: 4



Straight Ahead: 4

Morning.  Corral shadows softly flutter...
cattle shipped.  Thin shrub steppe clouds
drift eastward.  What is an accomplishment? 
Bottle of beer... hot plate canned tomales.
Early summer unpacks her dusty luggage.


Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Straight Ahead: 3



Straight Ahead: 3

Arguably, a friend emails to instruct,
there is no conclusion... only string:
time-warp and space.  This morning
a broke-wing crow hides in bunch grass.
If I sat a bench of basalt, I'd lose myself.


Monday, May 9, 2016

Straight Ahead: 2



Straight Ahead: 2

Mint jelly on tough lamb steak,
lack of cheap whiskey 'n a tent gun,
you stare-dumb at a yellow-top colony
of sweet fennel... umbrellas against grass.
It's noon... spring before carbon night.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Straight Ahead: 1



Straight Ahead: 1

Evening... first alfalfa cutting.
Postcard-green fields... basalt cliffs.
Back-bent, you stumble-lope a dirt road
a hundred yards, ease into a heart-safe pace.
There's a splotch-cloud summer to go.