I've seen you disappear, before,
into the contents beneath my floor.
I've watched you undress
in the public's eye,
just to distort the
perception of a guy.
I've viewed you in
a thousand different ways,
in the span of a couple days.
We shared diseases
going sixty-five,
on a dirt road we
were too high to drive.
Listening to pop
of the present
and the past,
we smoked cigarettes
that never seemed to last.
I turn on the radio
to the station you
like the least
and turn my
balding tires
to the east.
I would have loved you
no matter how often
you were not there,
since you adored me
when I didn't care.
Pop music and
guns and *****.
The America I survive
and no other blessing.
