ONE-EYED HOUSECAT WITH A CROOKED TAIL


I saw a road that climbed halfway to heaven and where it stopped there was a floodgate and a whirlwind
and a Dutch windmill and a bolt of lightning, and a roadhouse full of working men

A piano and a mirror and a chandelier and miners drinking beer and bunkbeds and oil rigs and gold and
tin and a Buick with a burnt out clutch, bedbugs and rattlesnakes

And mice in the ranchhouse and livestock in the holding pen

And a one-eyed housecat with a crooked tail

And behind every rock and tree the government of men, which was a gas powered shovel stuck deep as
a needle into the piehole of the world