As watches spin backwards 
& time jets forward 
my eyebrows are lifted 
higher 
than my forehead. 

Fatigue is constrained 
by the elastic discipline 
of tight suspenders. 
I halt & walk 
w/reluctant scribbling steps. 

I'm back in the land 
of the free & the excess 
where white sands sparkle 
like friends w/capped teeth. 
The coffee smells

like gordon mc crae 
singing 
O!K!L!A!H!O!M!A! 
at the wrong 
speed. 

Tables, beds & toilets 
no longer crouch 
on the floor. 
Hosanna! 
They are risen! 

Of bean paste confections 
& their alien sweetness 
I've had enough.  Sweet one, 
give me a Hershey kiss 
made in the US of A.