And all 500,000 citizens of Wichita
Tried to get a piece of your beautiful face
Drooling on themselves in the Methodist parking lots
Throw your shoes in the Arkansas and watch them get erased

Make calls at the business school
"Is there no community college in your county?"

They branded themselves with an icon and an effigy
And marked a fertile swath, a green ellipse
An occidental notebook, an accidental mallergy
You're sleeping now in the grain
Or the basement of the ECC

Spilling drugs on your pre-med clothes
"Is there no grain alcohol available in cabinets?"
I'd go in, but I'm scared and the museum got closed
So instead I took a bus to the mountains and the labyrinths
Home

A quarter million children in the downtown of Wichita
Playing in their suits on the fountains and the grates
Spraying water at the girl with the flute and the mandolin
Red skin
Golden tone
Sunflower state