weathered cowboys live in a place similar to hell
guarded by the mother of god,
then asked 'did you see a titty'
& you wonder if you actually did.
your basketball coach drowned in nebraska
which has a great deal of ground water.
we can wait for hours, wondering when we will see
a t-rex. somewhere near york. but that might be wrong.
in my head i said, i said i complain about things
so that people feel sorry for my life not turning out
like my dreams.
like my dreams, i see things.
the drive across nebraska;
hemingways grave, ketchum; a titty.
i saw none of them.
then we decide to go on a rampage with axes
through the lower step of boise,
we complain about the sex in our sleeping space,
smoke our brains numb.
you talk to cats when you are alone.
the desert reminds you of water,
the titty you saw.
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