MOAB HAS SEEN THE LAST OF ME

  (Where McDonalds advertises itself
             as the other Arches.)


chipping chert in courthouse wash
four-wing salt brush
smokes another joint 
 points to a tan mule buck
now turned tame for the tourists
while coyote peyote
       the virgin indian babe
pecks her image in a pictograph
riding pregnant on a ram
horns penetrating the moon
the divine vagina spread
all the way to pleiades

kokopelli
plays the skin flute
while the young yucca-footed
heavy-feathered deer dancers
stomp rice grass
and sand verbena
from teepee bottom
to the Spanish valley golf course

kryptogami, the anasazi boy
and his little dog zoid
kick back neath a thin
onion-skin slick rok moon,
sip an occasional datura pod tea
bless virgo and the blue corn girl
smoke three promises
to the death fly man
and r soon dancing
the crazed cowpuncher waltz.

it's open range
for the gray-fanged snakes
swarming the third mesa
movie town castle valley sky
as buffalo berry
frenchie
and nigger bill
splash thru uranium creek
deckt in dazzling pink
zuni-bright biking tights
soon to throw a chain
a fit
and a big ball of mis-used mythology
somewhere near geyser pass
and stumpjumper basin.       below
on the Colorado
in the sage rooted twisted canyons
of cottowwood and tamarix
John wesley floats in driftwood dories
  -the emma and james dean
  -the John wayne and John ford
on his way to
one armed
infamy.

zane grey rides
a hunter's moon
as two shots snap
the starless sky,
butch cassrdy
the pack creek kid
and the other kid
curry
kills the sheriff
and pull tears from cactus clouds
like turquoise from a kiva
kachinas from a tourist
as kryptogami
coyote peyote
four-winged salt brush
and their little dog zoid
wizz outa moab
      headed for blanding and the blues*
in a mad blind mudheaded
pottery sharded polychrome
4x4

and never look back.

*The Abajo Mountains near Blanding, Utah,
  not the state of mind.