A poem that Google Desktop found on my computer

Apparently, I wrote this four years ago. I then inadvertently buried it on my computer, and Google Desktop found it for me today. Despite the fact that it was one of the poems that I wrote back when I wrote poems that were far too obscure and impossible to penetrate (read: way too pretentious and self-gratifying), it really amuses the hell out of me that Google is now mining interesting stuff from my own freakin' hard drive. Is there anything the Google nerds can't do? Anyway, I can't access my pictures right now, so I'll post this instead:



Running Away



In my dream you are running away

West, through the silos

of Nebraska,

where our fathers still crouch



in pressured holes.

You are running west and

Brian is there, waving

from Bridgeport lake, that carved edge



of dusk,

You lift through Rushmore.

The wind works on the dead men

with blank, powdered hands.



In my dream

You wave back.

At Crazy Horse, selling cigars,

At the blasting teams,



swinging their arcs in time.

You always land here

at the end of the world.

You trace the whorls



cut deep into rock, like

fingerprints.

I lay my staff down.

Even here, the wild Jasmine



push up through shale,

and Daisies,

white as ghosts,

bend in long light.



The clouds over Valentine

Rise up on fighting legs.