
Doesn’t that look lonely
That orange, muddled horizon
Two cars at the Americana Motel
The yellow brick and brown doors
Square, curtained windows
A jagged neon sign
Black circles and yellow arrows
A lonely smear of bruised sky
One that makes the heart swell
And the soul inflate
Broken people crawl inside
Weary travelers on their way to die
A bird cries some spring song Earth
Its haunting hollow gong calls out
Welcome to Hell and its shadowy rebirth


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