WEATHER

Have you heard? Reconquista sandwiches today.  I'm chaining up the troika.  The sky has shifted, it faces you now.  No time for mythology no time for relationships.  The sky  has shifted it's calling you now.  Best get out before you become one of them.  Looking around you wonder where you went.  Standing over the traces of an argument, you feel so hopeful at sunset. You're in the shadow of a five-year affair.  
Once on the road someone calls out your name.  You pull over and take a piss but never turn your head.  You're way out near the prison  in nowhere, Nevada.   Welcome home, Jack.  May the desert lash your back.  May the flying creatures shit upon you.  May you rest on the sagebrush while the ancient sage of chinese thought sages you with his slutty repertoire of one-liners.   Welcome back, Jack.  Suck on some earth.  Suck water out of a rock.  May you call out from the plains, from a landscape in pain, from that great insurmountable pressure of emptiness.