where am i?
some hippie at least tryin town
middle of the high mountain desert
surrounded by rosy red rubber neckers
some sorta college town
sorta hipster ville
cafe' singer songwriter once lived here
in this land of masses of millions
in little towns blistering down sun
tattooed cholita
short flat builidings cactus trees in gardens
don't provide any shade
wide fuel drenched streets
in my A/C suv cloth seats
how can you live here?
middle america good love it here
as you should
love hot heat hot hot heat
under my flat feet
and people so many people
the more you know the better
in this here new age flipster
college town north of downtown
but its still suburbua
dry desert vast wasteland
America
to me
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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