mountain time
pacific time
reservation time

in my mood
i could kill
the whole world

red sand
everywhere, even
in my dreams

money
makes people
predictable

the ground
is alive with
lizards and ants

in the
pygmy forest
i'm a giant

welcome
to
america

the width of the streets
adds an extreme hopelessness
to this place

upstream
in a wintery landscape
in the middle of summer

clouds are hanging so low
i believe that if i jump
i can touch them