 
New Mexico misspelled riddle
Pine-boned tombs
Holy drywall headstones
One crown of asphalt fragments
One throne of rust and sand
One court of high blue nothing and pop-rivet stars
Dry-skinned ladies who wait until time and exploded suns consume
An old coat: collar stained with pomade, juvenile glory
and the last shout of a collapsed poolhall
The road goes on to the next town
Text and images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved. Pictures taken in New Mexico & Colorado
