lines may 19

we saw the heads of presidents up
on a rock & walked around
where custer lost.then pecan
shakes at stuckey's.
my memory
of america is straight
& gray like the highway
across that flat banality.


..........


we have a pill for that,the blood
that runs like current through
the wall,the sound of other voices
& the call of night.it can be fixed.
stillness without practice & peace
without victory.