Sandpaper
landscape passing by under me – shaving memories off my eyes as I fly over a
gritty, old and beautiful Arizona .
Changing time zones when I get to Minnesota
Park
Outside my
window it’s picturesque with the mesas, the flat tables and the cousin snakes
meditating under rocks.
It’s camera
worthy like the 4 presidents up on Rushmore laughing through pursed lips at the
natives kept constantly numb in the rez or like the Statue of Liberty
forgetting her roots on the 4th of
July, or the four horsemen of the apocalypse when finally it’s their
moment to shine.
Sandpaper ground
reaching out w/the dried out veins like the arms of God awkwardly holding the
earth while she’s crying out for nothing except maybe a bit of rain. She does
seem broken into a billion pieces I imagine by the fist of Kronus smashing down
on my kitchen table as he hollers for a refill on his diet coke and another
chicken taco on a soft shell.
Victor Millan
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