people care
more about video games
on their cell phones
than cultivating empathy
people care
more about video games
on their cell phones
than cultivating empathy
The documentaries say the rich figured out
that too much democracy and education
just feeds discontent and revolution,
so keep the masses poor and stupid.
I keep watching my America morph
into someone I don’t know, My America
is all cicada songs in sweltering summer heat, trees
as far as I can see, covered in
potential,
and the old hatreds
have risen up from under their rocks
where they’ve been hiding
taking a new form
they ooze like stale bile
flowing out of sewers
We are standing on a balcony
between mountains,
pointing to a scrim of houses
and acres of wild-
fenced,
so far off
we say distance,
I have gone astray,
thinking,
rambling
in an esoteric phrase,
lying to the government
about a loaded gun
between my legs.
…because I have seen,
and seen the remnants of,
a fellow at a urinal
raise his arm
i can feel your populism from here
in the cool confines of the passenger seat
your window is up too
we both got the a/c blasting, bro
because they sure make america hot these days
caliente or kalinatuh i’d say, much to your chagrin
everywhere i turn
the orange-faced bloviating billionaire
with bad hair and a small penis
tells me that he wants to make america great again
for its dying minority
The end of the dream will be bright
golden angels descending in columns
through a black sky in the industrial night,
transforming into airplanes approaching for landing,