Hailed as the land of opportunity,
The four corners sent humanity
With promises of liberty
For those suffering cruelty
From religion, race and poverty.

Today it's a land of delusion,
Too many in exclusion
Because of religion, race and poverty,
By displaying inhuman duality.

Come visit Canada,
Here you'll see,
What America once aspired to be.

I could always sleep for a few moments
more
when we would
lay in the grass
imagining our bright beautiful futures
all dreaming the same dream
not like they told us
now
the writers selling insurance
teachers flipping houses
all living in the same world we grew up in
we get drunk together
talk about how it
was
all wanting to be fooled again

Burn it to the ground
Not the block
Not the town
Not the police station
Or the nation
But the system
We have been raising
Needs razing
Needs blunt blazing
I’m raging
It was my mistake
In thinking we could be better
So start at the local level
And work your way to the top
Start with the clergy and the city council
Go ahead and hit Fox
And don’t stop
Till the bottom rises
Till the rich find their surprises is
Christmas gifts
Of coal and ****
Because they have been ruining it
Just burn it all to the ground

Eddie takes care of me.

Our heads laid neath
street lights, a wild sky,
turned wrong, then right
across the bend
we haven't seen —
just experienced.

Forgotten flock
with no stake,
who solopsize only
while hugging and kissing.
Getting old.
Craving more.

The harmony
of shucked
clothes guising
vulnerabilities
to someone
who will listen.

With peeled eyes,
and closed lips,
his hands ride my hips,
soft flesh meets tough skin,
collapsing in.

We look at the other.
Please the other.
Stroke the other
with cupped hands,
dead before bloom,
fallen,
uprooted.