America Dreaming
It is time to get fresh America,
to be plucked wriggling out of the shining sea,
a fresh baked humanity, moon-beam buckled,
passing yet more pay-day-loans
into the purses of the pawn-shopping poor,
and giving no witness nor evidence
of city shame, and house crud.
America, you can do this.
I am a being from across the world
I am from the ***-end of times,
my transformation, a promise of our mutual destiny,
rampant & manifest,
unbridled from all luckless land grabs.
It’s not too late, wipe your ass America,
wipe your dirty face.
I am ready, ready to soar out of a hundred landfills,
a prismatic dodo embossed upon a tarnished coin
my downy head newly scrubbed of old-time blood.
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