breakdown across the board

some kinda crowd gathered last night

for the see-saw town carnival

Wamsutter blue dirt-rock valley billboard nearby:

"hey friends, happy travelin!”,

while Schlitz bottles smash thru paranoid windows,

throngs of citizens, as usual, perversely entertained

ten minutes later

flakes begin tumbling through a trapdoor,

Pete's fueline’s stuck from homemade junk

guarded by loads of dogs 

sleepin in hungry packs

middle of the street lookouts

the KNOWS shows where goes

to escape from these rainy salt-powdered cellars, friend,

look Eastward,

past cowboy license-plated ice smashin twisters,

and notice where you get to start this dream of yours

all over again