In the forgotten recesses
On the degrading tracks of America
In the forgotten electrical wires
On the backroads heading south
By the decrepit trailers
Junkyards look beautiful in the sunset
Dying factories that long ago accepted their death
Empty parking lots
So many parking lots with nothing going on
Vines taking over trees
Concrete taking over dirt
People taking over hearts, and minds
And money
Corn taking over crops
Pretty murals on crumbling walls
The gloss of fresh paint on dusty train cars
This is generic America
This is unfettered consumerism
This is dissolution of the being
Illusion of the diss
This is disenchantment of the youth
This is dismemberment of the whole
This is dislocation of life
This is disowning of responsibility
Disjointed
Discouraging
Dis-ease
This is distraction

This is love
This is unexplainable connection
This is reflection
This here moment is inflection
Or perhaps deception
Spinning plates
Vibrating frequencies
Revolving doors
It's all unique and all the same
It's all linear and cyclical
So flat and elliptical
So fat and eclipsable
Sunset of an empire
Sunrise of another
Change of a lover
This is birth of an earth
This is glowing light
This is whatever is in front of you
This is broken dreams and lost thoughts
This is shattered glass and faded walls
This is electric and eclectic
This is frenetic and kinetic
This is the most delicious, and the only moment, that is