O, shine, you scattered stars of texas
sighing lonesome and crowded sky
tucked neatly thru the razor-cut horizon,
maybe jim can see his breath, there,
caught on the winds of the prairie
quick from his throat
with the night
an’ carried back to tulsa.
O, and OH, and he loves you!
and jim breathes the stars of texas,
and the great tornado moaned,
and the cigarette smoke
yearns for oklahoma.
and jim loves texas
like the diesel cyclone loves the cut thru
the desert thru the night’s
scratched and dusty lens,
and cactus plagues
of some distant howling life,
the crust of the earth
and it’s brittle and sunken skeleton piles,
of hungry death and dust and dirt.
and jim sighs,
and kathleen moans in oklahoma,
and the distance
is the endless chasm of night.