The Blackwood Press DUB 'log

way too hot
sweltering across the grasslands
passing an endless sea of brown and green
yellow of eddies and patches of black
angus

in the distance are monolithic islands of
solitary trees
and on the horizon is 359° of empty sky
one degree sits the badlands stiletto’ed

the burning coal vein sent plumes of black
fifty miles back a mile high

I left to feel the touch of my own skin
now gone by not sitting alone

if there were clouds
I’d see your frame
shapes I helped to construct
and as I look at broken fences and rolls of hay
the sun sucks my sweat
swallowed by the earth

plodding along I can’t help feeling
swallowed by you

I want to have a private email account,
I don’t think we should know each others passwords
why?
because I don’t think I can help myself
like Sharon?
no, I just felt like a schmuck
what do you mean?
You know that girl that kept emailing you
I checked your email
what about the idea of trust?
like I blew it ?
no, like I have nothing to hide from you
so I don’t need to keep you from it
I mean if I am going to be completely honest with you
right?
ya, but I ended up feeling worse for doing it,
I felt like a stalker
I think you’re a little sensitive about it
you had a weak moment
its not like you’ve stalked anyone before

Right?
right.
did you at least get some peace of mind?
ya but,
I see no reason not to give you my password

“You can squeeze my lemons
until the juice runs down my leg.”
Robert
Johnson

water water
water sweat
water drink
little water desert leaks
as water needles keep

Got pulled over already!
62 in a 55
lonely State-ee
wanted a friend
conversation and a warning

Now my nose is starting to bleed
again

The red opening into the hills
as we crossed the border
was in stark contrast to the browns
coming out of South Dakota
now we could see contours gently rolling
and in the distance comes steps of plateaus
soon we will be closer to the sun
pushing the blanketed heat into the 100’s
rocks above ground and trees are now
prevalent, no more solitary leaved trunks
but rows of blue needled trees dotting the buttes