9/11/12
Talkin’ New York
Reflections of
refracting lights of yesterdays despite
A decade of
American drama, times they are a-
Killings in
buildings airplanes and billings
Invoices booming
out cannons like God only uttered
One way
commandments to precious angels to conduct commerce
Starving and
forming acids in stomachs
Haitian open
sewers, earthquakes and skewers
Blue-eyed saints
and brown-pupil paste children
Hard rain
refrains like ashes of American flags
Woody and Wilco
sang from Beatle-bound rooftops
Crumbling
extensions up make-shift patriot Francis poles
Wave to the
prisoners in line for an iPod sold
Out watching
themselves streaming the numbers,
Of when the deal
goes down;
Pensions and
health care and armies of math
Marching on gates
of drones bombing the path
Three thousands
over two million
3 is always
bigger than a couple
Homeless and
wondering, reflecting on refractions, drifting escape
Roosters and
daylight, airplanes and headlines
She sleeps with a
night-light now; daddy never made it out
Tombstone blues
57th
floor of Fallujah, the car garage in Kabul
Costs and price
tags, UPC code for fear
Scan it, don’t
think twice, accept the charge
Collect call to a
generation not born yet
Social security
to mitigate fear
Of losing hair
and penis, forever young, might as well throw in the television too
Bombastic
broadcasts devoid of math, prisoners for masters of war
Freewheelin’ and
dealing with existential questions while
Munching on a
ticker tape of a million no-ones
Gates of Eden are
open in the arms of a farm
Got to get to
work to stem the alarms, deduct this Hummer as if it’s a tractor
Section 179 dream
hustling a Gospel plow, in my time of dying
It sure as hell
aint now; shelter from the shrapnel hurricane
I remember childhood
of Nintendo and cold war Soviet games
Protestors tear
gas, chimes of freedom, one of us must know
All I really want
to do is let this all go
Tangled for a
cigarette; as if I was the object smoking
Decade and not
yet satiated for fear; drink it up when my ship comes in
To communists and
Cuban radical rebels, tambourine men and
One more cup of
coffee from the kettle
How many
conversations on Highway 61,
Positively Wall
Street at the Wal-Mart, to get walled out from heaven’s door
Things have
changed; answer the rhetorical on desolation row
Einstein’s
cursing bombs and Cinderella needs a dance partner
Ophelia! my
Ophelia! look at all the dead bodies
Covered in soot
and rumbled watchtowers
CIA and Tweedle
Dee, the levee’s gonna break
Everything is broken
in a political world,
Gave my love as
property for Jesus
He gave it back
on a slow train cattle car
We better talk
this over to see if God is on our side
Growing opium in
the mountains and the Russians got a black eye
Two soldiers
talking on a bank
Overlooking
fields of thanks oiling in from the States
As only pawns in
their game
Times have
changed; Achilles ankle is / was cut
See that my grave
is kept clean
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