Dear God how did I ever forget I've become a painter?
I must be unwell
call for the horses and the damned street signs
I am going to get a can of tobacco and make a run for it.
The Levis Strauss company has shuttered
the green girls are counting ice cubes
I am left on the dust-filled prairie
with the sheep and the hogs
docile and ferocious
unable to speak clearly
to the dreams that I had
full of fruit punch.
