America Dreaming

It is time to get fresh America, to be plucked wriggling out of that shining sea, a fresh baked humanity, moon-beam buckled. Pass no more pay-day-loans into the purses of the pawn-shopping poor, give 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, our fate falters let us be unbridled from both the prideful and the lackluster, un-arrested and unmolested by the land grubbing snipes or the false-fronted back slappers. We are better than this blare of ourselves, and if not we can make a wooden wagon wheel from all our legendary days, It’s not too late, wipe your ass America, wipe your dirty face. the dusty empire is crumbling yet our first day is not yet done. 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.