Check out: http://www.amarillobay.org/contents/contents.htm. Here you'll find two of my poems written while in the midwest.
As a taste, "Idaho, Moments After Sunset":
Lamps unsure if they've longer to wait
before darkness completes itself
and I unsure if their volleys
of flickering and hesitation
is the sought sign — when to know
if I'm ready to leave?
Ah the comfort, rejuvenation
smiling children impress on the crazy.
But upon that russet,
sallow cusp of horizon
day has broken
into glass shards lining the highway
and the children,
horders of all things
reflecting even the scantest light,
have skived their curious fingers
Stars like grains of white sand
emerge from a desert newly black,
who too age one more night
but will live to see another.
People enjoy imparting lessons
without awakening first in prison
or in heaven
and define bad water
as all rivers never crossed
and I who claim to be different
still cannot identify
which of the uninterrupted voices
scalding this desolate summer road
will find me the land
where music is no longer necessary.