America

America, I’m tired.

America, I’m twenty seven years old and I’m tired.

America. What’s with all the marching?

Wouldn’t you rather have an app for that?

America, its rude to listen to your neighbor through the air vents,

no matter what they post on YouTube.

Didn’t your mother ever tell you to mind your manners, America?

America?

 

I think you drunk dialed the wrong number again last night.

America, your leaders are passing laws about elementary bathrooms

while department stores are discussing a fall line of flak jackets marketed

to kids ages six to sixteen.

America, I know we’re high. After all its medicinal.

Why else would a green Lady Liberty look so much like Jesus who’s lost his cellphone?

 

America, I think you need to see a doctor.

You’ve paid for the insurance so you may as well.

America, what if there’s no cure?

America, I’m tired.

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Catharsis

I cry.

I weep.

I break

down and

I howl.

Rivers rush

down.

Then the waters

recede and

the fallow fields

grow green again.

Unseasonably Warm

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I am summer’s multiple flavors;

white and airy and floating,

black and wet and passionately hungry,

brown and murky and rushing unchallenged.

I am summer in the midst of

the blue lit and dry striking winter.

I am an 80 degree day in late February;

triumphant as an eccentricity of nature,

loved dishonestly and only briefly.

 

The Chicken or the Egg

Sometimes I wonder which came first

The faith or the religion

The cause or the fight

The criminal or the cop

The rape or the apathy

 

Sometimes I wonder which came first

The chicken or the egg

And could one exist without the other

Because I, for one, would be happy

To spend the rest of my life eating beef.

Mud

I plant my feet in the thick brown earthen paint.

I feel it seep in between my toes.

I feel good for a little while.

Then the thick layer hardens and grows heavy.

It’s natural; crystalline.

And some even say it has the power to heal yet I grow ill

Tempered with time I become dirty.

Take it back to basics and it’s just dirt and water.

Put it in a tile lined tub next to seaweed raps and sugar scrubs

Does it somehow become less unclean?