Millennial

The bactine bandaid is slowly peeling
I am in a plane back to terracotta Texas, to ferment
And ask tough questions
Like
What is the speed of adderall
How long does one have to wait in general
And whose train is this?

Now i'm in a commercial ready sedan
I'm driving up the country side to a wedding
It is morning
So I splay my legs out
Now all of a sudden it is night
And the neon and billboards make a light parade for me
I throw an orange bag into its proper receptacle
Good people do things for the thought, not the thrill
The parade comes to an end
I fall into bed
Land onto sleep

I wake up 2 years younger, more green eyed
The northern lights are hanging above me in the Texas sky
The street is sliding up and down like an eel
This is the first time I am seeing the northern lights
And they are waving like a rainbow whip
Cracking iridescent colors out of the still white moon

2 years later, I'm on a grey couch, in a greenhouse apartment
My roommate is buying more plants than there are dying plants
I cough
I'm reading some stupid author
That no one gives a shit about
But the author wrote about his friend putting avocado on his sandwiches so
I feel some kind of kinship to that

I feel like Atlas with all this school debt on my shoulders
When is the train arriving?
Where is the waiting room?
Did the jobs all get up and out of the room when I walked in?
Like a shit-stained man sleeps on the subway car you're on?
All the questions rattle in my head like a tambourine
But I can't write another song you see
I'm too tired
I'm too poor
Which when it comes down to it, I guess that makes me
A Real American

All the time, I feel
So sub-terrestrial
Look down at me
This poppy seed
Perennial, Millennial