HELLO AMERICANS

by on October 4, 2014 :: 0 comments

Dead across our sovereign countries
Across Great Plains
A dust bowl of consciousness
Everything we mistakenly thought was ours
Dead soldiers of a forgotten foreign war
Gravestones and credit cards
Broken legs and manicures

A mortgage that confuses human pleasure
A sex machine that cries
Dirty like wind and virgins

And Barton Springs

Hello lady
Dead like us
Slave like us

Us, You, Everything
Exploding through E. 6th St. as God’s foolish bastards
Like toys or tarot cards
Sure of the future
Snake breath and sin
Death a thousand times

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