A cowboy at the end of the world needs an indian
Like how ghosts need an Indian Burial Ground
Like how lillies need a funeral
A cowboy at the end of world isn't lonely
He's prepared all his life for the desert to keep him
He's there, at the edge of a mesa,
looking down at the brown expanse
and he wonders, where's my brown man—
has he melted into the red clay—
will I find his bones, only his bones,
and wear them
as a keepsake?
And when the indian’s skin
becomes the desert—when the coyotes eat
what's left of him—his nose will point up,
toward the sun.
The cowboy needs an indian
like the indian needs the land.
It’s like Poltergeist,
it's like Pet Sematary.
At the end of the world, the cowboy whoops and he hollers—
At the end of the world, the indian is remembering the pine-clean scent of his church.
Wonder NDN Visits Earth and Says: Spark Me Up
I’m World Weekly News
Eating sexed-up aliens for brunch
Sometimes I talk to myself
I use my hands and I whisper and I tell stories
People catch me and I play it real cool
Knowing I'm the
Subconscious mirror of
Glassy-eyed reflection of Meth-topia,
Oklahoma innards splayed out
Scratching my frontal lobe
I can't do anything but tell them
Hey, it's not developed yet
I’m not done in the oven,
Don’t be greedy
I self-soothe: Clutching my heart
Sitting next to
Bulging exit signs
Red under eyes
Medicine wheels for my Big Ass Truck
Rev Rev Rev;
I'm going to the UFO Pow-Wow!