The Road to Ruins"
Starring
Me and Her,
a bunch of places
where people
used to live,
and a Chevrolet Cobalt.
One reason
I don't like
traveling
is 'cause
it feels
like this;
Me speaking,
"Hey Chief,
nice double wide.
C'n I take a picher?"
Chief speaks:
"Jissa minnit,
let my wife
hold the papoose
OK?"
"Hey
nice TV
izzat new?
We gotta 45 incher.
Thanks, Tonto;
hey, kid
don't lean on the car,
aincha got no respect
for other folks
stuff?"
And that's
just when
I'm eating fry bread
in a restaurant.
I do like fry bread.
And not just because
of Tony Hillerman
or Sherman Alexie.
Picked up
Sherman's new book
"FLIGHT"
I'll have something
to say about
our favorite Yakima
later.
Doug Palmer
1 comment:
No!, no!, no! "Chief" doesn't speak
He stands there politely hoping paleface asshole goes away.
The whole thing is about how I feel when I'm invading other peoples sovereign nations.
I feel like a dork.
An ugly American.
Even when I'm ordering fry bread in the Blue Coffee pot.
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