welcome to america

tonight my errands took too long

and in the grocery

a horrid little vietnamese woman

purchasing pork roast and pediasure

a strange amount of pediasure

was saying strange things to the 17 year old cashier

i guess if he dropped the stamp of acid his friend gave him

on his 15 minute lunch

it would have made some sense to him

walking to the car with my roast chicken and

dollar rentals

a single star above the corporate

lightshow

beaconing

'welcome to america'

smokestacks and heart attacks

now the american footrace has

gone motorized

and i found that i was feeling

out of place

here

this town is where i have romped

my whole life

stalking the nightlife

for another one night stand

and the empty feeling

of the jukbox

to keep me going

like an old machine

grinding away

but something is different

i am going home to make soup from scratch

and listen to the gene vincent lp that came

in the mail

i am weary

but soon

sleep....

the sweetest lover

under the lights of a world

spinning

hopelessly out of control