An Adaptation of Neil Young's 'This is Nowhere'
I think I'd Like to Go
Back home
Or maybe to the clear blue sea water fresh lake lawn chairs out skin burning day with friends sucking down cigarettes and cheap beer
Or maybe to a mountain so high and obsolete in these days of man mountains that have taken nature's own presence and said no no no no no I Am Here Now!
Or maybe to some plant tropic place with animal skinned thonged men and women chase aorund after q-tip headed children as they play games with sea shells and waves.
Or maybe to a big city with the hustle tustle bustle all around the happenings of the turn style going round and round up and down elevators of people scurrying to not be seen or heard but yet screaming so loud to the country Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You!
Or maybe to space where the stars twinkle so bright all night and day and down on earth people look up to see my fat face pressed against God's window leaving fingerprints and breath marks for the ancient protectors of our beliefs to wash off.
Or maybe to culture's last bastille all penned up in blue and yellow silk waiting for the big fat American wallet to open so it can let go of all the fears and insecurities it once had about itself and is now justified by my presence.
Or maybe to the center peace wind swept valley of born children demons who are swaying and dancing with dandolion heads as they sing a soft tune all the way to the porch where I sit mouthing all the words they will ever need.
Or maybe out to the last ranges to buy a t-shirt that says, "look how plane I toooooo can be. Look at how much discpensable income I have accumulated" and they'll talk just like that.
Or maybe to the parking cinder rot lot where all are bullshit who go to find remote pieces of wild innocence instead of being at home pleasing their wives and supporting their families or pounding their own environment
Or maybe down the throat of angry tic toc passion that seems to pass on linen and satin beds where orgasms come down mountains like boulders being pushed by an overgrown child.
Or perhaps back home to the place we had all once wondered about how the rest of the world would look once we left
