Tuzigoot

“Going to Tuzigoot?”

Yes, I want its name.

“But there are many names.”

And I want to taste them all;

Eat frosted trees

Tell the foolish that Jesus is Lord

That there is diesel camping five miles ahead,

Breakfast awaits

And gods in the rear view mirror

Are closer than they appear.

I have seen the metal pipes stacked beside the road

And Krazy Kyote Tours,

Cheap today, cheap tomorrow, gets you there in half the time.

Have seen the deer ahead for 35 miles

Watching me, waiting

And the fabricated housing factory

Home.

Going to Tuzigoot?

No, I am there.