by Harley Elliott
the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us.
On the mexican radio station
they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos
and that is exactly it tonight.
The spirit of my dreams
rises in the storm like vapor.
Deep clouds bulge together and below them
we are a tiny constellation of lights
the car laid under sheets of lightning
moving straight in to the night.
Before us are miles and miles of water and wind.
the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us.
On the mexican radio station
they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos
and that is exactly it tonight.
The spirit of my dreams
rises in the storm like vapor.
Deep clouds bulge together and below them
we are a tiny constellation of lights
the car laid under sheets of lightning
moving straight in to the night.
Before us are miles and miles of water and wind.