[Culture Shock]

An effective poem about my life here

The fact is, I've had problems with culture shock-- 

The corrugated iron piling in front of shanties
Low, dense clouds of factory smoke bright in the sun
The industrial roads following themselves to  RV parks
where contract workers chill, 
having run the wire
and shacked the shingles,
like a depression in the soil
filling with great
oily rainbows, 
the dirty hands would open spring-wire doors 
perfect fits 
for this forget-about-me guided lifestyle

If ulture shock is like being in a news story
Then tolerance will not be the status quo 
especially for ones who speak in drawling tones
with truck beds full of fertilizer grow
Journalistic prose will break the shocking angles
of less interesting places, in acid rain soaked
Like the tiny busy town in USA, Broken Bow.

Culture shock is when five parts per million becomes 
two in four sunken eyes crossing your path
One half of the citizens being poor and problematic
instead of a few miscreants downtown

But main street could be a  place to direct the block
where the legitimate businesses and real people hark
if the gravity of our broken television show factory park
would not have been this breakthrough case of culture shock

Author's Note

It's complete