Black, White, Red, All Over

he was in Iowa with us
in all the nothingness in the dark
the subtle horizon of corn fields
light like a horror show
he was in the air sandwiched between two semi’s
our headlights illuminating his name
him crawling out the grey holes
alive again
how we had knew him
the lady behind him knitting
we could still smoke inside then
he dangled one on the wet of
his lip for an entire song.