I ain’t never been to Texas
Ain’t never seen a sky like that
Cocksure horizons teasing splayed valley highways
Toothpick power line barbed wire stitches
Vericosed cradle for the fallen lord of the plains
I ain’t never been there but I tried to go back
Tried to feel my way to the end of nowhere
To unearth the dilapidated dynamo
Humming beneath hollow eyed towns
Debris refusing to wash downstream
Defiant of the current of the highway
Exiled from the west with no way in
And no way out
-T. Weeks
(A response to a “Years of the Modern”)
Life Immense 