Marfa, TX

there is a skunk walking down the middle of the street
like he owns the place. 
there is an air here
like something odd is about to happen.
that feeling is perpetual and artistic in its stay.

I went down to that town in the desert
where all the aliens go and I met some folks in a teepee.
about an hour from Mexico,
this is where all the weird artists go. 
I want to stay alive here for a year or a year.

my fucking hotel was haunted,
and it was used for movies in the 70s.
you might come and you might laugh like me, but you won't have fun,
unless you're a weirdo or a skunk or a carport or a man from washington
who said he is chasing his son or the sun, I don't really know.