gigondas

First the Choons.



this stranger asked my name and I told him
to call me Mister
his lady laughed he paused
and thought



people expect you to be a bit docile
here
in the South
you should know your betters

its bullshit
its old school Southern mores
and this guy
who's lived here all his life
doesn't realize it

you see
here
there are many jaundiced eyes




this town
this fucking town
she has a secret word

and that fucking word
is
ennui

her color is grey
her feeling is fear

her crown
gold tinted tin

as characterless skyscrapers define
her aspirations

here
they say
praise God

and then
they fuck the poor

and somehow
to them
that's all
right...



as they eat and drink what they think
others might like

as they toast and talk banalities
finding it hard to smile

gulping like fish
about to drown