America! With Respect To W.W. & A. G.

This struggling accomplished path winds, Spiral like stairs leading us to the point; Average wingedhipsters today more like Displaced thugs. With no sense. At every corner, we're speaking rigorous Reminders. That we all eventually yawn.your wombs America, I'm wore out, worrying about This junk. America, your womb's been cast out America, our children are all fastly Becoming basta'ds. Our roads turning into lavic landslides Of unfinished destinies. Prowling inadequacies are hard to out run, When they're sewn into bone. Absent of marrow. Life too fully lived. Gorged on the juicy decay of existence. America!, Our infrequent landscapes Have fragmented, pulled apart by every Finger scarred with the blood of augury. How many steps must be counted before I reach The twisted vision of youths' immortal stare? America!, I often try to remember that There's more than you, on this continental Motion; America, sometimes I lose track How many lines have been navigated? & yet the message is always still sitting Beneath the page, Scratching these thoughts In to sunlit sheets of autumnal growth. America, I must stop listening to the staggering Static soliloquy of your all too destructive nature. America, I needlessly have lost all trace Of virginity; Of the body; Of the soul; & now, wafting in winds of mortal breath America, I have lost the virginity of my mind. Smashed with the aluminum ball bat Of times anger! These are the times. These are the times. America! Long bleached, drawn out Boredom filled & kept just barely above The soil by cookies, Ims, texts, tiny gigibite Morsels & flash fictions. Oh America! Don't you love the sound of the click Of the mouse? As I slowly click my mind Away in a nuclear breeze Caused by your terminal dis ease? I have captured clouds here, bubbling Fluffy white puffs of air; in my Little skull shack. I have snagged dragons' & used their scales To construct new skin, their blood for ink, I have given birth to a new world That takes breath. Breeding fire storms of molecular moans & flourescent fuel for the trip. America, I must warn you; An apocalyptic fury grows here- A song of departure. My mucous thickens & etches itsself in the soft corpses of trees My hands tremble America, holding the last aeon In lap; Gurggling euphoric dangers Of listening to the news America, I must let loose This desired dream of your once great Beauty --------------