Howdy neighbor.
Boom, clang, crash, bang, horn. The trite parade down main street usa somewhere where the colors are bright. the nights are always like the fourth of july, and eventually you realize
mowing yer lawn for the thrid time that week
this just may be hell.
Hey neighbor, tip of the floppy fishinghat and balding gleam in the restless sweating sun.
The gleam
of annoyance off all the new debts piled high like cheeseburgers on their table wrapped in the fashion plastic and stamped with logos stamped in the brains slowly melting away from the toxins in the ink.
Have it your way.
Good mood ‘lude.
I’m walkin’ right down the middle of main street usa. The morphine milkman tipping hat and losing teeth while the kids steal their dads crystal meth and try on moms lipstick and maybe see what it looks like on the neighbor kids little dick.
Silly queer redfaced giggles in the silent home. In the secret closet, coming out sunflowers of confused youths too pampered.
The sun stupid to the exploration and the mad restlessness driving the boredom to insanity where everything laats out clear and plain, all two dimentional, and a smeared smile with sloppy tilted sunhat, lipstick on my teeth, i guffaw.
