Kansas Epitaph

long haul at last

into country Amerika

cloudy highways of distant lights

topping full speed

desperate refugees leave little behind

(except for the vultures to pick at)

short on expectations

flawed thoughts

whatever is pending

becomes reality sandwiches

long haul at last

throughout this Kansas night

when I move best

a silent assassin

unafraid now to resist wars

or pretty sunflower waitresses

who tend to their own

patience in time

somewhere 1000 miles out

from these horizontal Topeka plains

hours ago

phantasmagorical red fireball watercolor sun

slowly faded into westward skies

a first true Rocky Mountain vision

hours ago

metal engine machine not right

coughing and sneezing and halting

first true westward lesson

that things sometimes take care of themselves

without input

without fret, man

when inside this moment

another earth unlocks

then opens up

spilling out her hidden surprises

for us naked ready dreamers

7/29/73