HUP TWO

In his dreams he is still marching across endless paved paths on an Air Force Base that might be Texas or might just be hell. In his recollection, in July there is virtually no difference between the two. He stirs each time his Drill Instructor bellows, which is every few minutes, likely seconds in this dream. He is sweating through his uniform, finds it absurd to be wearing high combat boots in the heat and humidity. But he realizes that he has enlisted in the Air Force, a four year hitch in the theater of the absurd. He awakens in a sweat and peers out the window at the building snow on the lawn.

LONE STAR

The oddest thing about Texas
isn’t that nothing is
really bigger, other than
the imaginations and wishes
of those who have spent far
too much time there, no,
the oddest thing is that
we outsiders actually look
to see if things are bigger.
Well that and the fact
that the locals can so easily
get into our heads and have us
doing things we would never
even think of doing at home.
Bigger, indeed, and yet I look
and glancing down, wonder
why in the world I
am now wearing Tony Lama boots.