The edges of America

                        The malls decay and fall

                        Big Mouth Billy Bass

                        Moans on the wall

 

                        Zambonis plastic from Japan

                        Fish tanks empty, cracked

                        The Colosseum is alive tonight

                        With many hungry men

 

I am the ambassador to a crash.

They give me a bomb to hold.

They also give me a Ouija board.

It’s not the one you sold.

 

                        Empire America

                        Something decays, falls

                        Big Mouth Billy Bass

                        Shrieks on the wall

 

                        Sibyls on Zambonis

                        Fish tanks filled with gods

                        The Colosseum is for rent

                        You’d better get in line

 

I’m your astrological ambassador.

I found you in another mind.

You’ve been there a long time,

You’re here, too.

 

(continues)