i saw the flag hang limp in the sweat-burned air the president mumbled through a teleprompter while the rich ******* clinked their rosé glasses and the homeless guy outside CVS whispered “revolution.”
i walked through a walmart cathedral of neon death fluorescent lights buzzed like dying bees. a woman cried in the diaper aisle, not enough left on the EBT and the checkout kid had eyes like war.
everyone’s got a gun now or wants one. fear is sold in bulk, 2-for-1. but joy? joy costs everything you got plus shipping.
billboards scream GOD LOVES YOU but only if you vote the right way & keep your ****** polite & don’t kneel too long unless it’s in church or to capitalism.
trump’s face still floats like a blimp in the sky bloated with lies, smiling like rot and no one’s coming to save us. they’re too busy selling hats, too busy building walls out of fear
america, you jazz-blasted ghost, you cigarette-burned lover of a dream. i still drive your highways like rosary beads but now they lead to nowhere; just strip malls, gun shops, & graves.