05 Jun Road Trip

Road Trip

I built a house
around a blanket
unjustified by certainty
with a melodic loft
of rusty hues
and messianic prophecies
wheat, grass, and seed
it’s fine
one can resist
an onerous happiness
rhetoric of the old good time
if you traverse
like the waters of the Salmon
to the south
you will find my house
past the turquoise crosses
at the border
and the deep water canyons
look for a wonderland
of red rock
the face of the weaving

*Exerpt from forthcoming chapbook, Comfort Dog (Clones Go Home).

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