PARTISAN
REVIEW
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seeing them cowboy hats and there's always high mountains somewhere
over the horizon and that's where the wind starts streaming glaciers
rip out of the north slam into the highway pushing cars over a whole
lane I get a ride in a pickup truck have to just about lie flat in the
bed not to get blown away I tell you that wind was aiming to blow
South Dakota over into Nebraska and maybe the whole damn mess
into the Gulf of Mexico we go through Kennebec Presho Vivian Murdo
in Kadoka we stop to give a ride to this Indian he leaps in huddles
down into his denim jacket expressionless the truck cuts through the
Badlands I jump from one side to the other to see the colors incredible
formations far out he sits in the bottom of the truck eyes closed in Wall
we stop for gas he opens his eyes. How-kola get your lousy bad prana
workshoes off my forty-two dollar Tony Lama boots he says.
Sorry I say I move my feet.
He nods.
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I wrote that six months before the garage door came down on my
head. But this is a subject I don't like thinking about too eerie. All
I know is I'm getting messages I don't know where they come from
or who else gets them it's a mystery to me I just pass it on and hope
