The United States of America what do I care about your super malls and deserted dusty desert highways the lonely light of a homesick highway electra glide patrolman draws a lonely golden creek between the mountains your war on terror communism and drugs lost and won and lost again and stars and bars and drunks and stripes on your shoulders and around and your single mothers working the split shift at Norms your suffocating suburbs with their rows and rows and rows of homes your working class in black and white and your heroes in technicolor apollo, vietnam and saginaw and dead presidents, money on your mind your great lakes who took a thousand sailors to her depths the new jersey turnpike, winter dawning of walden or Kafka or mice of men or saviors in ryes or bright lights big city flakes of ash and soot and snow still falling through your dreams there is a girl in new york city that paul simon called the human trampoline i call her blue for the the colo...
Poetry, complaints, points of view and reports from the life of an Immigrant in Israel trying to start over after passing the prime of his youth.