awake with eyes sewn shut from left over sleep, thunder
raging like a doorbell from the heavens, I’m shivering to the bone as tears
fall windswept across my skin. I sip the first cup of caffeinated joy coupled
with lungful’s of cancerous smoke signals telling tales of olde Indian spirits
forever immortalized in tin cans of screen popping western films creating
heroes out of bloated ten gallon hat wearing and rifle toting lawmen telling
all the savages of the wilderness stories of god and Morales while stealing
from the world the beauty of living off it instead of simply standing on it