#exceptionalism
The banter runs in squares. Hot air
condensing stories on the things you like,
inquiring where they’re from? A lush
entanglement of architectures
pulled from hungry jaws, unsated,
set to gnashing blindfully
at light, like worms?
Rejoice in proper terms!
Renounce those shameless fights
with others and yourself, best soldiers for
this no doubt war
appealing to the combat tribes
to both consider lives
and shoot them from the fences.
Ampleness, bedecked in hero standard,
tacks our motto to his brim -
“Why Can’t You Be Like Him?”
A just extolment of desire
(trod lightly otherwise),
steps to our eagle-eyes.
We’re living.
Pry the fenders off the lies
that carted us to chaos
heedless what it spurned -
what gardens have we watered?
Labors that upturned the noses
of the rulers bidding silence in their undertow -
what power, then, to stir below.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
In God's American heaven
all the Krishnas,
Ivans & Nadias,
get to wait in line
like sorry-ass out-of-towners
hoping for a good night out,
while the Americans,
granted extra
special consideration
by right of birth
& all that is great
& mighty about
this unique land,
just get waved on through
by God's golden bouncers,
straight on in
like hot girls
& dazzling boys
at the club
of the
moment
in the dazzling
L.A. night.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC