We're All Living in America

It's Wunderbar...
Coka Cola, Wundra Bra
Sometimes warm...

I'm lately having this recurring dream; where I was palsy-rocking on the floor of my grandmother's basement...

I've seen that place one sees through the eyes when that happens.
There is music that plays that cannot be described... and it takes over all of your senses...
There is no need to ever go back.

Here are some images;

Empty plastic wrapper of 'Smarties' tart candy, behind the seat in that greasy place full of crumbs, in generic fast-food place.

Right-cheek squooshed on the edge of the door and forehead pressed flat to the window of the passenger side... the rain falls, and the lights go by in white, orange, and red streaks.

That door always locked at the bottom of public staircases... that has that feeling of dark unknown lurking behind it... unaccessible.

Helper

I had a dream where
this person was latched
onto my back
and I was in this room
with all these different
people and I asked
if someone would help
me but one said
"Oh, we don't know what
you're talking about...
We don't help each other
around here..."
and they were talking
to each other in groups,
and they weren't even
having serious conversation,
or even listening to each
other, they were just
saying whatever came to their minds
and would pause
for shorter and longer intervals.