the LANDS where i smiled gave me
eaten bites of smiling mouth
I said “say, i’m the ghost
of riding spirits”
oh Lord, give me water
for i see thousands of sand-miles
but this horse with a grand heart
moves forth //across dry dreaming
deaths beyond now it is the 11th
of November if I’d been born in it
but I tell the gods I weren’t there
i found a string in this desert
and pulled it toward my heart
then had a true vision of happiness
but it was to wait for the war
(then mystery of what i am saying)
ee cummings too //?? maybe o’hara!
i am appearing yes, by my criminal record ~~
\if you make me right i say i must fight
to survive:: where boots are depleted smile
and soldiers are waves across an ocean
of ‘when we were the Great Nation”
tis the end of ‘lost the way’

:: 09-11-2015 ::