Heartland

Poem about the prairie, I suppose. Eh, come up with your own meaning, if you like.

Gather upon my directionless spirit

the smoke-stacks of the prairies eyes.

Kindling stoked forever to the amber midnight,

rivers run through me, where whiskey fire bellows,

crackling storms rejuvenate my leather skin.

Ventilate the purple skies through my 

Veins that twist with the winds.

Author's Note

So, how's everybody doing?