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Mad road driving men ahead
The mad road, lonely, leading around abandoned
In the openings of space towards the horizon
Wasatch snow as promised us in the vision of the west
Spine heights at the world's end, coast of blue pacific starry night
No bone half banana moon sloping in the tangled night sky
The torments of great formations and mists
The huddled invisible insect in the car racing onwards
Illuminate
The raw cut, the drag, the butte, the star
The draw, the sunflower in the grass
Orange butted westlands of arcadia
Forlorn sands of the isolate earth
Dewy exposures to infinity and black space
Home of the rattlesnake and the gopher
The level of the world low and flat
The charging restless mute unvoiced road keening
In its seizure of toppling power into the route
Fabulous plots of landowners in green unexpected
Ditches by the side of the road
As I look from here to Elko along the level
Of this pin parallel to telephone poles
I can see a bug playing in the hot sun
Swoosh
Hitch yourself a ride
Be on the fastest freight train
Beat the smoke, find the thighs, spend the shiny, throw the shroud
Kiss the morning star in the morning glass
Mad road driving men ahead
Pencil traceries of our faintest wish
In the travel of the horizon merge
Nosy cloud upfusks in a drabble of speechless distance
The black sheep clouds cling a parallel above the steams of the C.B.Q
Serrated little Missouri rocks haunt the badlands
Harsh dry brown fields roll in the moonlight with a shiny cow's ass
Telephone poles
Toothpick time
Dotting immensity
The crazed voyager of the lone automobile presses forth his eager
Insignificance in nose-plates and
Licenses into the vast promise of life
The choice of tragic wives
Moons
Drain your basins in old Ohio and the Indian and the Illini plains
Bring your big muddy rivers through Kansas and the mudlands
Yellowstone and the frozen north
Punch lake holes in Florida and L.A
Raise your cities in the white plains
Cast your mountains up
Bedazz the west
Bedight the west with brave hedgerow cliffs
Rising to Promethean heights and fame
Plant your prisons in the basins of the Utah moon
Nudge Canadian groping lands that end in arctic bays
Burl your Mexican rib neck America, we're going home
Going home
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