Stick your head out the car window
and maybe you'll feel it
or be distracted by the fact that
the way you held yourself today
suggested what it wasn't.
What a country you look like.
Now you realize
you're a side mirror
against some city landscape
there's a giant Cadillac riding your ass.
Inside is a family of four
they're all looking down,
a mosey 'cross a fake moon
s'been whitewashed and wallpapered
with scribbles found on the tiles
of a pentecostal restroom
And the tides are giggling,
gurgling the truth
murmuring awkward hand shakes
at the sugar that steals your spirit
while the caffeine has you runnin';
distracted and discursive,
alive and asleep