Today, the weeds are causing terrible,
fucking with the morning sun.
I am oblivious, minding my soul.
The old strip club is now the Antique Mall.
Is that reflection
of a non-changing staff
or of a changing Kansas?
Everything is an antique mall
or a Korean massage parlor
(some very bad – parlors, not malls).
I’ve never been to one of the massage parlors,
nor any of the antique malls.
I’m antique enough in an antique land.
The darkness in the light is perverse.
The people are turning mean.
I’m minding my soul, the dark emptiness,
looking slightly up, alone.