Steve Fabian

Tracks

I wake up to the TV
Geraldo, men who cheat on their wives and are forgiven by them
light a cigarette and watch the cat talk to the birds at the window
his tail twitches then he yawns
inhale,
was I sent here to learn about love or desolation
rattling bones in the dungeons
shake the hand that rocks the boat others sleep in
rocking to the beat and the balance
trying to figure out the difference between
one hundred tons of marbles and
one hundred tons of sand
sheets stretch out across the highway
the donuts are fresh every day
the drinks pour in the sorrow bars
and the hardon joints
watching bellies rest on counters enjoying the service
the trucks roll by like a funeral line
chrome shooting black, motion
standing with my thumb out
looking down and seeing the tracks left in pavement
by the dinosaurs in the heat
making the next town before dark
four days in a covered wagon

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