Homecoming Confused

I knew something was wrong driving into town its just to damn quiet even for a sleepy place like this. Mad, disenchanted and ahead I look in the mirrors. My shop has a fat espresso machine and everyone knows it, without throwing to many fits tweeking this, adjusting that, making a brown beard on my face from grinding coffee. Uncle Dave said I looked a little flipped out from tasting a hundred espressos. I was fuzz'in and I knew. Everybody has something to say and won't say it to me and my geuss is that its all bad. I know cause I've been here and I can read their thoughts. Byrons politics and Aspens bolt-cutter, dogmas by reason and I thought I left feild trails of anarchy behind. I don't think Uncle Dave is going to be watching my back anymore because he has a new old lady, even the fancy golf balls from sundance was seconds by far and the glow in the dark bud lost in the twilight zone is proof. So! I filmed some grand openings upon the red book cliffs, spring is going to bloom a delirious scent trust me. Same cute girls coming around, passing the corners of the south west desert scenes perfect for road trips. If Byron thinks I'm going to be his henchman I've got a big surprise for him, and his political elitistist views on the jewish conspiracy of dogma and I know the women of cuddle bears heard about my binge and taking a knife to some tires on a bad full moon. Everybody here is a judge by the rules of what they think is right. Thinking is stupid, but thoughts can lead a individual to brilliant realizations, that I've learned from poetry. Also opinions are worthless when pure experience rules supreme, less boundaries you have with people, the easier it is to get in and I've been in. They can tell cause theres this air of celebration about me, everything has changed with everyone to though. A little hope, I've had some inquirers ask about my book and so early in the season. I still feel like I'm a whore but I'm going to keep it in the back and VIP ropes. This is going to require extreme caution or its back a porn actor somewhere ugly. I still think of making love to her even though her ex-husband said he would blow my head off, this town has some of the wild wild west principles intact and my old allys are gone. At least Diamond Dan would stand with me in the gloam of disaster but he's dead. In my dream it was shit and vomit. I wonder how he's doing in the afterlife singing in the kaoroke bars of slum. I think I'm going to stay under the radar for a little while or until a college girl picks me out for a trip. Maybe I'll get lucky and be a famous poet. Excuse the bad spelling theres a pop up blaster on this computer nothing ever works right with me, espicially things. Except for maybe chaos. I think I'll make it out alive again, thats all that counts anymore, the money is not important as long as I can pay my claims, if not then I'm a wanted man, again. If I just had one angel on my side I would feel better about my chances. Maybe a Dryad or her Unicorn sister, well I could say Paris but thats just plain ridiculous. Well theres always a girl from europe that likes my book and for me this starts a new year, March not January. O yea spells sometimes work pretty good cause I'm so far out on the fringe of society and the wilderness is just around the corner. I just see to many bad signs maybe I'm overreacting but I usually don't get this paranoid unless I'm driving contraband with class A felony's in my cowboy boots. I'm a pretty good actor though. Its important to infilterate everything for my poetry. Damn I wish I would have brought my dictionary not just for spelling but for divination, sometimes it helps with clairevoyants too. Peace of mind on the gravestone thats what the magpies say when they squawk I'm just killing time now I should bail before I really get redundant.