A world of color

[ogregirl]

I do not want to go to the grocery store
and say how are you to the clerk
and have him say fine how are you
without even listening.
I do not want to go to a party
and stand around not talking
to people I want to know
who don't want to know me.
I do not want to go to church
see a girl with a tan
pair of shoes and purse
with a little dog in it.
I don't want to eat a hot dog
from a stand from a man with hot fingers
a new jersey accent and a hat
to keep the sun off, and a pepsi.
I do not want to sing alone
with the radio so loud
the air on my arm on the window
edge going 70 over
the crest of the freeway, thinking
about girls, long dead,
just like me, in Egypt, in England,
and whether they ever thought about me.
I don't belong in a world of color
with the green headed trees with the sun in their hair.
It's not that I don't want to be here
I'd just rather be covered in sheets dreaming
about being awake.