The fallow clouds of sunset,
On the shallow grounds of the Valley
The smoggy sky, beautiful,
Beutifully reminicent of the fire days of summer,
The summer fire days in the Illinios Valley.
Red rays upon brown & grey hills
& freeways & headlights
& my lightning death races playing out on the stucco walls
Glamorous beauty queens
& melancholic desperation
The pander of street corner insanity
Dirt&Decay&Disease
The land of dreams for Oakie mothers
Who beat men w/ chickens instead of axes.
To be there,
To crash there.