another songy day

at school, the go army strong booth was emitting a circle of testosterone as the dj next to it played ymca and jump around...it was manned by four fit guys in boots, caps, and army fatigues...they seemed quite self assured as if they expected you to come up to them, and as i scurried past, looking at them, they seemed to look right back...but i don't really know, as they all were wearing sunglasses...i thought, you don't know how i feel outside of your domain yet a product of your culture...i used to go sometimes to the bbqs & picnics... heart of gold mr. young heart of gold ms. amos i drove home listening to a trilogy from the end of to venus and back (space dog, the waitress/hang ten, purple people)