i have this notion that i should somehow end up settled in cape cod, it now seeps into my writing. and was on the news tonight. and vonnegut clearly pulls much inspiration from the place. and it finds itself in my music. it has invaded my life and i must invade it one day with my presence.
smooth sailing in cape cod:
this mexican man i met on the street
followed me home. and i let him.
i needed some warmth and color.
i was underexposed and it showed.
all the blue-green eyes paraded behind
the barred apartment windows, rusted over.
they were the natives of my antique cape cod,
the people were just as weathered.
born in the generation of french cinematics;
no one understood my language.
nothing more than a tourist attraction with my velvet vest.
the mexican was my admission.
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