crowds cheer another sun setting

somewhere past the town of Jerome

people over friendly, seeking

something lost

 

ghosts clammor

bardello lady saves change

who gets a piece of her pie

their slice of the dream

 

sleeping in beds by the shift

closer to the surgeon’s house

suffering smells sink

deep in their chests

 

wicked city sitting high on the hill

while another source of money

down in the valley

franchise of energy worshipers

 

into the mountains

narrow dusty roads

parallax of the mind’s own tricks

sharing a moment with the ancient ones

 

I’ll tell you the truth

it’s a powerful vision

up close they shape shift

out of time and trouble