welcome home

yes, virginia
there's a boogyman
the boogyman is me

sofa bed
castkadonms
lazy boy souffle
waitin' on pompeii//
my brain's a war machine.
waitin' on the next
another shoe's another day
as long as it don't fall
i'm okay.

welcome home

(too late)
(to be alone)
(i know it)
(there's a such a thing)
(to be alone)

double headed
friends embedded
someone said, 'california smells like this in dreams.'
to me in visits, LA's a workman city
worn out dinkies and rocket sheets
little glitter

IF MAN MAKES WORLD AS CONSTRUCTION SITE
DEMOLITION TEAMS WORK BEST AT NIGHT
We hunt you down.

she said there's something so america about california
california's so third world - so's america
the tentacles of cinder blocks
with studs as thin as dimes
the material of contract-mundo
the soul and heart of concrete floors
that boom and crack the concrete floors
baghdad by toothbrush, san diego.

new york can barely fake a bombay charm
in the streets of this
mega-debacle-opolis

i give my hand
you take my arm.

your heartbeat and helicoptors
dust here ent the same, but oh, so similar

goin down on you is a bouquet of burning tires
we 69
have a ball of fire mushrooms, yeah
it's all confused when i think of you now
but i got space time and more
and the largest limousine in the traffic jam to paradise
televised and rip fuel
so many familiar faces
some i left faceless myself..

there's no mystery in the murder clouds
it's the abnormality of normal
you see,

i smell roast beef
i smell taco bell
i smell cordite in the metal.

i smell new car
i watch south park
i clutch the sofa
quake and tremble

welcome home.