published in Volume 1, Issue 3 on May 17, 1994
I lost my coat in America walked around in the state campsite in what's left of their vast wilderness In America, men have jaws of stone they pulled their few possessions and small children in handcarts to the New World wives walking behind praying They sell comic books for religion down there, have motel beds that massage you for a quarter, T.V. shows about Hitler's teeth, and gossip in the frozen food section In a liquor store a black man called a white man a brother white man protested showing me the colour of their skins I said I thought it was a form of expression they laughed someone mentioned a fight I ducked Damn coat always blame someone else for the things I lost Ma said things will work out in the end that's when I was too young for her to know me That coat's gone for sure So many miles in the desert makes a family want to explode look at that horizon you can't see anything else makes you forget where you left your coat looks like rain hope it won't last long It's getting dark I better go find her I saw a guy today lives in a bathroom off the Interstate Hey, we're tourists picture taking, stone arches stepping around the U-Haul river rafting the Colorado Santa Fe Chicken coffee in the pub driving down from the mountain's deer and poplar trees to the red sugar bowl, by the Colorado feet in the muddy river off roading slickrock, lizards, and bats kids working tables up to my neck in Navaho jewelry This lady tells us her grandad's a medicine man in a teepee up on a mountain eating peyote Sure, we just need a place to sleep The Grand Canyon Ick komme mit Deutschlander The sight every American should see Il ne parle Francais, mais il essaye Cin-cin tip the water jug back Morning, dusk, walls like rust and wind It's a journey, I tell her East Arizona's the bottom of a tide pool barrel cactus and yucca trees Lake Mead - blue playing field Have fun! (they're driving off to gamble) Fat man cleans a fish That's a good fish! Baseball hat on the porch says, Sold three thousand bags of ice! Wind carries the heat under the curry smelling tree smell from the what's-that-flower? rides the heat Viking woman cradles her baby rides a fast boat her husband tows to the lake We talked to a philosopher Knew he was, he smiled so_ unexpectedly lives in a camper with his dog Viva fucking Las Vegas! Wayne Newton's down with flu Three-forty-nine breakfast in the Paradise Buffet We sneak past the slot machines to the res-taur-rant birds sing caa-caa, ooee-ooee Don Ho: moookie looukie loww Guitar: twayiianng An angel: no doggie bags in Paradise On edge I watch butterflies cartwheel over the hood of my new truck going down into Death Valley Wind always blows In California it blows sand from the lake drained for L.A. driving it thirty forty miles an hour down the highway into my new truck I snap get out behind a shack read a threat in the window rub the pits in the windshield listen to country radio sandblast my legs on the highway see a hole and go wind knocks the truck around like those butterflies We stop at a drive-in I consume coffee, Marlboros, french fries see her back as she runs away across the parking lot to call her mother I go quietly fetch her Drive north into June snow so Motel 6 ecstasy Can't wash a truck in Mammoth (like to keep ma truck clean) Over the Sierra love them snowy streams and rocks and trees down to drive the Yosemite 500 take pictures of Park Rangers and waterfalls In the west, grassland lies rumpled like golden fur Lake Shasta, skirted in red dirt needs a top-up I-5 North to home timberline home home green Jungle!