there are probably only two h'america's
i'd want to visit,
that little pointer,
north east,
           new england, vermont, etc.,
and... the vastness of the mid-west...
             and that's probably it...
something worthwhile to escape history,
a there, where,
   i could escape history,
    a topical high-ground,
            to reignite my sense of
claustrophobia within the boundasries
of a small town...
              London isn't "giving anything for me"...
i need a hive of known faces,
of a sense of a needed circumstances,
where my amorality can suckle
on the teet of: beyond suburbia
                                           boredom;
i need, the sort of town,
worth the sanctity of a mountain...
          i need to fathom
the "inbreeding culture"
         of a lesser urban environment...
i need, to disappear.
                      well... there's that fantasy...
on something obscure
akin to some black eagle village outlet,
Ivdel, Sverdlovsk Oblast.
bright lights and neon-cameo-circus-fanfairs
do little for me...
            i need a dog,
and as far as i am concerned,
that also implies making utility
of a leash;
          boy bands
and talent contests are not going
to give me the required, "break".