America, from where I got all my power,

America, where I have lost myself,

I miss you.

My youth: a dream about you.

Woodstock, Hollywood, Junk sales, where am I?

Downtown Chicago! Getting divorced?

After a couple of nights in Reno! Typical!

I see you at every university I go to,

I leave them with no results.

I think of which with spite.

America, where am I dying today jogging in which park

For what? My bravery? A long story!

Do you see me now so full of selves?

Do you hear me?

What do I need now; ambulance or the police to tell me: you are a superstar.

Or your Jewish friend at the bar who dictates thin is in.

Sent me back to Uni? Got me degrees in Arts? All sorts.

Down in England, up in Germany, finite in between Italy and Switzerland.

So, may I rock and roll with you now?

Still so judgy? And controlling?

Give me back my anger!

Fuck my superstary face

Fuck my anorexic body

Fuck my vocabulary, Fuck!

America, Are we good? No?

Are we bad ass? Yes?

Yesterday happened too.

You know me. I was a poet before your narcotics.