Sleeping under the stars (1988)

  

Alone with a pack of sad sack cats and long legged

Flying insects listening to arlo guthrie  sing about the hills of Oklahoma

As dad hurtles thru the mexican night laden with vibrantly colored

Playthings and bottles of potent vanilla extract stashed beneath

Laurels of dried peppers, he's probably on

A texas highway listening to the hum of his wheels on the asphalt

Driving slower than he’d like to the hot rocks in his brain

Grinding his backbone against the clock, trying to make

Good time. Last night I slept on the concrete slab

Under the star, listening to the wind thru the trees, huddling

Up against the black nest of darkness, counting the shooting lights 

burning thu the immense tracklessness 

Weaving webs of sparkling filaments between barn doors

Of consciousness, 2:43 in the morning and the

Neighboring roosters are in the shower zesting their crapmatted butt

Feathers listening to the local weather

In a few hours perching themselves as pinnacles in the zenithed steeples

Of honest dreamtowns, crowing at the sun as it lifts

The dew off the pine needles facing east& dad

Pulls over at  truckstop for a cup of coffee,

A splash of water for the road

Oklahoma-Kansas 1988

published, Renegade (Point Riders Press, OKC OK) Frank Parman editor