BAGGAGE IN THE TRUNK

silent black mouse drives flat rate to Manhattan.

I

read

road signs 6 times

like

an

autist.

abroad paranoia -

we MUST head into silver towers and brownstone

the dead white colours of 21^st C city light.

and burnt Brooklyn only looks like Draculas Purfleet

laid

out on

bigger

ground.

and 15^th Street iron railings only looks like

near

Russell

Square; no smell of air.

and Macdonalds in Union Square only feels

like

Macdonalds Basildon

by block paving

Towngate.

and whatever this brewery bar is I am in

is only

like

Bas Vegas

with

bigger scotches and 28 sports tvs in.

and the 3^rd Avenue vanishing point of red lights

and lego glass rock walls

looks

like

nothing

else at all.

  

JOHNNY I shout I CAN SEE THE CURVATURE OF THE EARTH

Americaland; I am on it, only another me

with

bigger

scotches

and 

28 sports tvs.