Generic Prozac

Backseated driving by the CVS
Unmistakable white with black lettering
(falling
  off)
sign:
GENERIC PROZAC NOW AVAILABLE
In the almost dead-poor side of town.

A drunkard crosses the street getting there,
and almost gets run down.
 
 

Draft Blame

77% would favor a draft:
That which they opposed.
That which fucked them up.
That which made them want a country where they'd
Swear not to draft their sons. >I blame our republican bearing fathers,
Our flag sewing mothers
For misrepresenting all that they were
And for letting us idealize
And swearing, if this ever happened,
It would be through this lens so
BLACK and WHITE like
VIETNAM or CIVIL RIGHTS.
Now they're about to card all Arabs,
And shout the insults.
They undo what their thirty years has done

While I stand on a corner, confused in a joint with a joint
Afraid to ask them why they'll take my boyfriend away,
And where is our Bob Dylan?

Where are our flowers?
We never had any to be gone
We never saw any grow in our forced
Multicultural garden (except for the Arabs,
Because we're not supposed to like them
now).

But I'm not two, and I can't ask questions of you.
I feel sickened for those that do
For they'll receive the most innocent of lies
About what you were and why you didn't go
To a war you didn't believe in,
Killing people you didn't believe in
That weren't even in the country you're in
 

But now, you're sending me out.
 
 
 

Stench Quotes

Your stench quotes
Radiating from your internet 'life'
Still bother me-
That I allowed your control
That I allowed you to quote and preach
As if you were going to save me with every
Pound you gained- and yes, you complained
About my hard-earned flunkless crunchy cereal
That I never ate with milk.
And my car, which your massive lard of a boyfriend
Could never quite seem to fit into
(But it was my fault, wasn't it?)

You should think about me now,
The way I am
But you never knew
The way I was.

And while you're out there,
Wanting to destroy the WTC just one more time,
Don't complain that someone's done your work for you
Because no pro-bono lawyer
-not even the scummy ones-
Could ever look upon your death ridden two toned
flatulent face
That still angers me as much as a terrorist.

That's what you did to me,
you instilled a fear, and a dependency,
and then criticized me for it,
and took it from me--

And there you are, still abrasive, heavier, defensive set
For cushiony rebellion
In an updated internet
profile of what you want to be.
 

You Love Me

There was something that lived before
Music and you
May have seen the pilgrim in me* or
Something else,
The way you love me.

* a tribute to Yeats
 
 

Why I Love The Cheese Sandwich

It's not just the extra mayo
(Wawa gives me that)
Or the American cheese
(makes me patriotic)
That compels me to the sandwich.

You make it, in three minutes
With loving care to care
for me.
 
 

Dying Deaths & Fa La Las
 

To die those deaths with you-
The things the fa la las don't say.

And there, the piano plays.

When you do less than thinking of a
flowing river,
There is love in zen.

Understand? Lost the pain?
 
 

Land Lacking Love

It's not the God Bless Americas -
They're not that bad.
There's your ignorance and your anonymity behind
A hundred thousand pie baking star stripers.

People like you are partly to blame,
With your intolerance
(Rivaled only by bin Laden and your devil,
In such order!)

You say
(YOU!  In YOUR generation!)
That I don't get the seriousness
of it all.

I watched the towers fall
As did my tears.

But if your God, in which, (you suggest
I hope) blesses America
Does not concur with my solid institution,
Married infatuation
Needuful surviving dependence
on love
And understanding--

And yes, I'll preach now, like you:

I believe in love,
and if that's not close enough to your definition of God Bless America, then
you can take your version of
God
and
SHOVE IT.
 

As you played/Come avete giocato

Your fingers grace me
Like the curve of our world.
Only your eyes replace me
In this heart woven mirror.
I wanted to sing love to you,
But you watched me caring
As you played.

la vostra tolleranza delle barrette me
come la curva del nostro mondo.
soltanto i vostri occhi lo sostituiscono
in questo cuore tessuto specchio.
Ho desiderato cantare l' amore voi
ma lo avete guardato preoccuparsi
come avete giocato.
 
 

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