22 September 2008

field trip

put on those old black jeans with the splitting seams, wipe your running nose, and take your hands out of them empty pockets. today it dont matter cause we are gonna ride past the smashed bottles and tarpaper roof that is peeling like an old blister.
we're gonna burn a trail out of these blue few miles all the way back to the wide open rolling plains. i dont care how hot it is, how the sun's heavy fire sits on our shoulders, we will go till this damned township disappears and you walk your tall self off the cracked pavement back
to some secret memory blowing with the sweetgrass in the windy afternoon.

1 comment:

Isabel said...

Thanks for your comment, and I'm sorry it appeared that I was "culturally appropriating" moccasins. As the person who always sticks up for Native rights in an area where the topic is controversial (google 'Shawn Brant' for more info), I'm sad that a simple pair of shoes came across ironic. If you want to get technical, I'm culturally Jewish not white.