American Life

The green grass through the looking glass is blue. The blue grass root of all rock and roll

is all profuse. The african- Cuban and hellenic drum and flute and string is the birth of music. The kind I'd like to sing. Moment by moment, rolling hills, and evergreen trees.

Mountains and plains and water fall springs.

Petal by petal. I'm torn between many things.

I'm not your average American doing pedestrian things. I long for stardom. I've prayed high and low. To God and the devil. I'm the star of the show. I eclipse everything. This is American life. Such a grande thing.