the American dream is a dead prop of predatory
banking practices
stale
popcorn reheated fresh
instant
burn retreated the alpha wave assembly lines
are
behind the convenient stores churning out
brightly
colored plastic packaged corn syrup products
that
are secret mind control maps
soylent
green is the flag of fear subliminally escorted
in
neon come-ons but we still ask the homeless
how
near to desiccation our humanity might be
no
more eye to eye or mouth to mouth
can
save the man in my mirror
the
barker says step closer pull the lever
and
the curtain closes as we always vote for noses
in
secret because what we see is all lies
and
what we smell no matter how much perfume is applied
still
smells like shit or some other torture of the senses
give
me dark loam, pine needle groves and the tannins that bleed
give
me the strength to say no when it comes to going somewhere
against
my will even if it is to the kitchen again
22
letters in the language of want
as
we only need one vowel and that is an “ I “ so please stop
the
charade of understanding dissectional direction
and
its shadow games on the floor
we
want some part of control
just
to free our will and be a forever more
as
the cost of living increases while the quality of life decreases
we fight for crumbs until the end so tell me not to scream
and
I’ll grab a megaphone
tell me to keep my views to myself
and
I’ll remind you to let freedom ring
even
if you say that liberty bell was as cracked as my mind
and
its metal as junked as my veins
tell
me something that makes logic sexy enough to a man insane
so
that I may know an answer beyond the ruse
I
have no use for anything but laughter these days
and
if it means chaining myself to the peanut machine
and
hand cutting the grass to boil into oil for fuel then so be it
soon
enough the ice caps will be gone
and
only the clouds and rain will remain
but
the cancers can still find you anyway
as they say pay attention we explain this on TV
they tell
us to stay indoors watch us watch you more
they
tell us it’s easier to buy online
and
they tell us to horde it all
but
I remember to save nothing worth keeping like the soul
I
found myself with when back to step one
on
the assembly line parading for pardons and anti-social acceptance
because
the clerk doesn’t speak English but then again neither do I
so
silence is the tuning key at the banquet of American kings
as
I am delivered from evil in every song I sing
huddled
around barrel fires burning out-dated Twinkies for freedom again
while
the banks are waiting all suckle pretty and vicious
don’t
dismiss us they rattle in prattle glory
the
story is always the same we own the legislative bodies
and
fill them electrically and we get remanded and you pay our legal fees
so
while we have already submitted for restitution of your platelets
cutting
all we can from the taxpaying body farms
you
may take a different name
but
you’ll find us waiting just the same
we
will whisper we’re here too just lift the veneers
and
see the rot beneath the intention of settlements
these
aren’t your Plymouths or Jamestowns
these
are more like Jonestown
where
the kool-aid is mandatory currencies
backed
by the dollar and as the gold is stolen
and
prices suppressed enough
it can make a pacifist go
and
get guns out from a locked chest
bullets
and bones, ballots and tomes
no
home for the wicked can be razed by man’s goodness alone
anywhere
my indentured soul digs finds me a hole
and
buries me so I can wait and see
what
happens as I spread myself divinity-thin
in
single molecular sheet electrons riding on the wind
and
occasionally gluing a femur or two
to
stand for awhile and enjoy the view
in
the spaces where dreams go and get clothed
to
ward against exposure
closure
and the denial of entry
where
a heart can make a home
where
part of me just wants to sleep
with
something more quiet than a paper blanket
that
has written on it all the words of this poem
EJR
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