MARCUS

  • spreading far   and wide     ma- ny   dif – rent  shades of dus –  ty grey

    Per –    i   -win – kle   hint  of  sage    a    full rust       a – ga – ve

    as       far   as     I     can see      not     a     tree      along          the     way

    I’m     just    a    dirt devil          Kicking  dust  along to Reno

    slice – ed de   li  meat shrubs spread in all directions

    Something like this feeling is filling the horizon 

    The handshake deal spread fire across the land

     I’m just a    dirt devil          Kicking  dust  along to Reno

                 X                                                                    X                                         

             Con.            crete gravel sacks and Graham  Hollyn

    walkways

            Nothing more   than    hope left to get this dog to ob – ey

    She rides the wake        trailing     mudflapped great   danes  

    I’m just a    dirt devil          Kicking  dust  along to Reno

    I may be      a dust bunny    hitching a ride working my way to the east

    She’s the dragon in the headwind streaming beneath me

  • US 95

    stretches onward

    Onward to the edge

    From side to side

    extending the line 

    till each end will meet again

    not just a picture 

    The horizon’s 

    eyelid

    Hung low over its iris

    The diameter 

    multiplied 

    by a constant

    or a print on a postcard

    from either side, 

    It’s a tunnel you enter

    It only gets wider 

    at 90 miles per hour

    It only gets wider  

    Until its ground to a powder 

    To build us a structure 

    to carry us a little bit faster