Miss Missouri. (Thank you Elliot Smith.)

Green expanse
Low rolling hills
Land-locked ideals
political dance

Twenty-one hundred miles
away from home.
Disaster waiting,
Thunderstorm trials.

High wind, high water.
sheet lightning,
blinding rain,
crashing thunder.

Natures opinion
is "flood this place."
None to soon,
Quicken the pace.

Limestone hills
Hollow inside
Shelter from the Mother
a place to hide.

A beautiful and miserable location.

An endless expanse of white.

Salt.


It stretches on for hundreds of miles in every direction but West.
I sit on the far edge of the Great Salt Desert, an area so desolate that even the surrounding parched landscape seems lush by comparison.
Devoid of any life save the people driving East and West on the I-80...........


Sorry, I lost my train of thought.


Fuck it.