When every color outside is funny
strange blindingly bright and washed out
like the contrast set too high on a 
dial television
faux wood panel glued to black
Japanese plastic
a mid-nineties obsession with the not-so-distant
bomb shelter pamphlet past
lush green trees held against a pale blue sky
and a voice that screams out from the
brain of a neon palm reader sign
"This is Americana--a little too late! 
For $10, I could've told you that!"