Thought from the West

shadows fall slow and long
jagged on America
the ghosts
of Kerouac
and the Buffalo
running, smoking cigarettes
black ribbon highway dancing with
the train- first child of the Industrial Revolution
as interlacing fingers twisting
the country bulges
as hastily laid fabric
a thousand diamond eyes
the stars and the lights in a death stare contest
drift
flow
wild wild
dance floor
canyons and desert and forests
dark dark night