Pecan Clusters

led down a hall to a room full of pecan clusters.
glazed with sugar and steaming.
the smell was incredible and stays with me always.

morning dreams and fireproof unions.
more good days than bad.
heartbreaks and last second shots.

move the body and expand the brain.
this life, full of cliffs.
jumping jacks flashing the grease.

makeup containers litter the room.
old ways of thinking.
when liberty was for the courageous.

only love matters in the end.
the love of it all.
pleasure and pain.

old and new.
of things not even new yet.
this ain't no American dream.

laws and regulations and socially acceptable behavior.
as long as the checks keep coming and the roads get smoother.
house all the people in the hills.
like the Incas.

name streets after robbers.
make maps of the city limits.
plunged into poverty and reliance.

as the Texicans built barbed wire fences.