You stand in a desert somewhere
west of Reno and rant about cowboys,
nationalism, and murder. But you also lie
in a budget bed in North Platte, Nebraska
and watch yourself on a computer screen
as you stand in a desert of grayscales
somewhere west of Reno and rant
about cowboys, nationalism,
and murder. But you are also words
in this poem, which is to say
the joyous confusion of pronouns.
From: http://thejournalmag.org/archives/1398
Date: 2012
By: Joshua Ware (1977- )
From Troubles of The World 