To Grand Canyon
beneath us four wheels were spinning
one of us was driving and it was never me
bright heat from right side at the right seat
supposedly I didn’t know what I was going to see
we learned long time ago all things are connected
an ocean bacteria to my fingernail
but, some are connected closer, like my cats and I
and, what does it mean Las Vegas is close
to Grand Canyon?
God and Gambling,
Christmas and Toysrus, A bride at Cajino
I tell myself nothing is real at least a few times a day
we learned long time ago all are derived from nature
even this and that, money and love
Anything too big confuses me so I turned my eyes
to crows; they were shining black like my original hair color
their beaks were sharp and dangerously harmful
their eyes for food were greedy and violent
like a murder-for-husband’s insurance money!
Cliches are fun and wild, makes me confused
17 million years ago? if I could drop a piece of paper
with my poem written on, into the Deeply Valley; then what?
crows are waiting for food, and I tell myself
I am I am.
Only tour buses can travel around there
but, I don’t need anymore freedom
for it is too large to see (and I cannot drive yet)
I don’t know where to see and where to go
but, I see far away, and further away-
(that was my Grand Canyon)
May 5, 2104