breakdown across the board

some kinda crowd gathered last night

for the see-saw town carnival

Wamsutter blue dirt-rock valley billboard nearby announces:

"hey friends, happy travelin!”,

while Schlitz bottles crash thru smashed paranoid windows,

throngs of citizens, again, perversely entertained

ten minutes later

flakes begin tumbling through a trapdoor,

Pete's fueline stuck from homemade junk

guarded by loads of dogs

sleepin in hungry packs

middle of the street lookouts

it’s the KNOWS that always shows where to 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