|Montana Without a Map
What I dont know about Montana
keeps the car rolling all day,
Grandpa Freuds bare feet on the dashboard
and Uncle Nietsches beer cans
rolling around on the floor.
Grandpa Freud says the river is down there,
further down, just keep driving,
but Montana is thicker than I thought,
like a buffalos tongue flashing neon
in the lightning sky.
Sheriffs point the way with silver flashlights
the way the doctor asks you to say ah.
When rock ridges block the way down
I get out and follow the old man
who appears as a guide.
Grandpa Freud goes deeper just to pee
while I watch the Buddhas in the aquarium
and tell the turtles Ill bring them pie
when this is all over,
when I climb back out carrying
what Ive learned about Montana
and how different it is from what Id expected.