Each mind is its own place
Mine a motel in Tempe, Arizona
A nomad A nudist
Pacing the lot tracing ghost lines,
Hunchback and Sunburnt.
A pool collecting Cracker Jack rings
Hair ties Band-aids
The hair in the drain.
An old sheet pinned to the clothesline
The dirty wind that soils it warm,
The desert dark pulling shadow-covers
Over grand-canon back alleys,
Mining through trash.
And the homesick sand thumbing
Spine silhouettes Ghost carriages
original poetry by Hogan