The sky is cold winter
Wyoming wind wailing
Nestled in the purple
Choking vacuum of forever
Tag Archives: Wyoming
Undetonated
Rubbing my sleepy eyes
Peering past them
in total disbelief
Like a half asleep
scared latchkey kid
whose hometown
just burned down
The Voice of Alexia
They say the gauge of railroad tracks
Is the same width of Roman chariots
When i hear the trains go by every night
Trumpeting their 7 million dollar suicidal horns
I hear the clickity clack over Chinese immigrants
Backs and listen to the Christian and the lion
Still negotiating some kind of deal
The Tigress Awakens 