I’ve been extracted. I know it sounds funny But like a alien Spaceship invasion I’ve been sucked out of my world And dropped almost abruptly Into a new place where Accents are so strong I can not understand A language that appears To be my own. I’ve been abducted From all that I know In order to entertain Southern hospitality Farms and extreme heat And there are times When the little bits still Left of myself miss The smog, mice And frequent hollerings Of a mad taxi driver “Move the Fuck out the way” Honk, Honk-- loudly With banishes That are not the sound These aliens make Where they drive snail slow In an attempt to get somewhere. But I recognize demon speeds I even know how to avoid them Or make them happen And it doesn’t bother me I can make it home safe there. But here Where the clouds Sun red as Pluto, moon, stars are always Beautiful and close and the rain Pounds like waterfalls and then Crickets I am clean and hot again And unsure I will ever make it Home The roads go on for ev...
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