I was a stranger in a dream. From a high window,
I looked down. A bass line with legs to its tits
and tits to its chin took a long walk out of town.
I was as lonely as the first Jew in America,
as the last dollar in a wallet.
Some nights I could drown in fun.
This is about the economy adrift as a kid
in his dad’s suit. It’s a wide-open continent
and the Kool-Aid here’s the best.
This is about what just happened.
This is about what’s next.