THE SON OF AMERICA

THE SON OF AMERICA

Think about America...
and the son of America...
the sequel... and the mini~series!
It takes two minutes to change hats twice and return
to power here!
By the end of this regime
I will lie flawlessly... seemlessly
lounging...
Your Mother made this plastic squeezable container
on the graveyard shift... the factories
of poverty never close around here...
Oh, I'm sorry... I simply don't find you attractive anymore...
pulled apart as you are by conformity
and those magic frowns on your masters’ faces...
Cry me a river!
Human spiders the size of my hands
taunt me mercilessly with withdrawl symptoms...
for four miles or more
shadows trampled the sunlit walls
blue paper fingerprints wall papered the archetecture...
I found myself in the confessional facing betrayal...
But i deny all involvement in the blinding of my judges!
Crows blinded my judges!
Besides the Jungles are on fire! our miracles
are working better than ever:
we make easy easier
turn love into blood
blood into money
our properties roll around in the bones...
the liquid stainless steel sunlight
pours through our doors...
a good morning
breaks into twenty odd people chasing legal tender
called neighbors...
it is a detached apocalypse every minute
of every day...
with pool~side paradigms for the priviledged few...
fingered water... their elusive form...
For the rest of us:
a portion of a temptation
groping empty hair...
yesterday's tango experts are taking a beating
for the promise of a proud dignity...
Others are looking into ancient ossuaries for bones
beyond liberation...
nirvana... and the rest of that... litter!
No~nothings who know nothing but nothing and then
only sometimes...
LISTEN: It is a quasi~mystical mathematical brotherhood
that is running this show...
We are on an extreme odyssey... of unbeing being...
Oh, my yellow clarinet! My brain in the body of yellow light!
My gentle radical absence...
Yes
Yes!
A thousand times YES!
I will take this drunken joy ride through my father's dust!
After all
I learned American through Excess...
And don't try to muzzle me with your flattery!
An amoeba can't write a cantata!
It would be better to use better words better but
I can't translate barking dogs for you...
How do you spell the sound of licking hair?
But let that go...
Alternative is Not alternative...
It's negotiable!
It has a particular flavor...
something like: immortal~artificial...
Make no mistake You do make the choice...
if not the difference!
... its an...
embarrasing situation....
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