It takes a peculiar skill to drive an old car fast over bad roads: & this is the kind of writer i've become.

"Nisroch"

Two invisible cats
Solutionism is too
proud, one side of rapture turn your
gracious, speech, of letters between a
cog nemesis hiss
to tease archaic fire, their
Policy formerly
and
driving into a pale glare
my name is Turtle Island

03 08 04

"...and Roby, West Texas

Roby with a drop of Indian blood
who grew up on a white man's cattle ranch--

a giant one--belonging to his folks,
and wanted so to be an Indian,

and said he was going to drink himself
to death in this industrial decay

like an Indian--and did, dying at
fifty-five, back on his father's ranch last

year, Roby, who looked into the eye of
a lizard and loved, on a Christmas day

he hated, and talked to the lizard like a
brother..."

--Chuck Taylor, Flying (A Primer) (2004)
[Some people criticized R. for being a "Professional Indian" but to my way of thinking this was a perfect example of my concept of volitional ethnicity...]