We used to talk about
going
to Montana--escaping it all,
building a log cabin and
making a garden. We were
going to hunt and fish for
food--make rugs and
hats from the fur.
But look at us now.
You live in the
city and drive a Volvo.
Goldfish in a glass bowl.
You even taught your
cat to walk on
a leash.
Can you see the
sky with all the smog?
I\'m not any better.
Living under the bridge;
the only hunting I do is
for cans, the rare and
illusive
aluminum nickel, so that
I can buy booze.
I walk down to the
river\'s edge and look up at
the expansive sky.
I close my eyes.
And when I open them, baby,
we\'re in Montana.