My life is like an S.E. Hinton novel,

Full of Bollweevils and dust devils.

Full of beating chests,

And empty nests.

Raw and wild,

Hidden in an ocean of empty miles.

The Dothraki grass sea,

Ain’t got shit on me.

We call her Black Hole,

Dark mother devourer,

Swallows you whole.

We call her Dirt City,

Dusty djinn show no pity.

My beloved redneck Sparta,

She’s gotta a lot of heart,

Epic myths play out in the aisles of Walmart.

I believe people are chimps,

I believe people are gods,

You never know which one is behind

That cowboy’s nod.