"I told you your dreams would come true"

The kinds of purple flowers Paxton tucked behind his ears because they bloomed all over Salt Lake City just like home-
now mashed in a moleskin i drew all over.
scrawling about the people we met,
the anarchy posterboy from NewOrleans who dumpstered everything and came to everyparty,
the Rockstars from Paris, whom we sat with in the treetops of the hillcountry seeing all of lit-up Texan cityscape, the slumlord who reminded me of a beer brewer bro i h8
the girl with a scratchy voice and little dog just returned from New York,
the entourages of the bands from the label who we saw day after day who all dressed the hippest the profesh music bloggers fancy people with badges.


I clomped along the highway in tall grass and muddy boots
the air smelled like BBQ
I could feel Sissy Hankshaw flowing to my bones
Many cows prairies taco trucks and skulls,


The most happiest kind of girl.