Static nomad sun
seems that an archly yellow bridge
at the highest skies
goes back and forth from an eternal mansion
to the delicious sunset palace.
The Franklin mountain, is a shadow if I stand
either in the cold eastside or the solar westside.
A crazy cat bicycle in Hell Paso
drives me into the War-Ez City
The Murder City is how is called
by a fat clerk in La Riata Hotel
Lets put on color to life
instead of wearing a knife.