Indie Films
It’s never been the grandeur
of West Texas
The oil gush
& revolver rush of There Will Be Blood
Never, No Country for Old Men
& the vistas of Marfa
glowering in recognition of time.
No, it was never
the classic car cool of Dazed and Confused.
Never Louis Black’s deep state paranoia
in Slacker. Nor was it Owen Wilson
in Bottle Rocket, a loser setting
into motion a sure to fail heist.
No, my Texas was the printer
in Office Space, the one sheared
from its plastic shell by foot
& baseball bat. Yes, my Texas
was the scene in Mr. Roosevelt
where Nick Thune plays guitar again,
where the bluebonnets are just
off screen, singing
or weeping.