I found an old journal from college and came across some intresting pieces of prose... i wish i had never stopped writing in journals they dont crash like computers..... this prose had a really intresting sketch of my lower back piece... and upon reflection is the first ruff sketch of my lower back piece that i share with my brother nicholas.
DATE SOMETIME SOPHMORE YEAR
When the rodeo has displaced all of its cowboys
and its broncos are addicted to electricity,
the west is being held hostage.
When all the wild horses only run free under metal hoods
and use peteroleum for energy,
The trees have all been slayed to make space
for colonists longing to be celebrites
and tourists who want to forget about their lives for a while,
The ransom is the way things used to be....
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