Maze
America-
s flag flies
high (like the president)
overhead (our cost)
with colors that
don't run....
the race fair
with a head start
and a Barry bonds shot
but the Juggernuats victory
is not mine
nor yours
our victory is lost
and found
here
in the maze....
he drinks shots
when he can afford liquor
but beer
is the closest of his
confidants
both bubbly and bitter
so sad his dear friend
encourages solace in others
that just
don't
at least not with him
have you ever?
drank alone?
the roach from next door
can't get in
and it's raining
it's raining
hard
the drum of aqua droplets
crashing from oblivion to surface
is deafning/horrifiying/ugly
to it's
alien form
welcome to America
little guy
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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