Rita Landing

red ‘tache man o mon
what source that laughing smile
standing in the eye of Rita
one foot in Tex one in Lu’se’anna
feeling never so natural alive
no fret no furry is
is what it is
the dance
so near so far surging
away o away
little pieces of roof flying
timbers shiver

hearts quiver
god blessing/god cursing
nature is as nature does
not to be fooled by
galladipuss galloping
heartbreak is never seeing
after once having seen

what is it like Americans
running one mile per hour
down the superhighway
to run out of gas in nowhere
whose heart is so shuttered
with Godly fear or Godly greed
cough up those shekels
and pay the Piper
ugly poverty
never more
never more.