In the sawtooth hills
near the correctional facility
a Paiute dog trots after tumbleweed
under a gold moon.
Indian Springs casino and gas,
south of the Atomic Energy Commission test site,
Vegas moms from new condominiums,
drive Chryslers and Buicks to work
at hotels downtown.
I'm looking for a pancake breakfast.
Crops don't grow.
Earth without men, seems to prosper.
The cacti, the hills.
The waitress said that guy fucked me over,
"Good thing thing they gave him ten years."
"Last of the Mohicans", "Call of the Wild" . . .
what did you read in school?
Fiction?"
