America

America I'm breathing the dust, the coke, the love, the spite of Nam
Nam, Iraq, Korea, Japan? Ginevra? Russia? Berlin! Iraq.


America its not a filthy pipes but a railroad
Its not a pistol on the pocket but a wagon going to Denver
One I've dreadfully missed
Its not the blue of the spider
The black of the colour
Its me
Burning Burning Burning
through your fields


Through Indiana, Through Frisco, Through Mississippi
Catching fire to the big lakes of salt and gas
breathing the smokes of hobos and hippies and yippees
Vomiting arenas of lousy baseball and leaves of fall


Its me on your route outta nowhere
Oh Canada you are foreign!
Oh Mexico! You are tequila!
Oh Cuba you are red!
Oh Greece you are Arcadia!
Oh Australia you are England!


America!
The drug!

America!
There's no such thing as hope!


America.

Its all returning

Its all away

America its all away.




*Just midnight rambles

Poem by Valium Freak

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