Now this is America

Now this is America!
Stating again
on the backs of doves turning mid-flight,
my sentiments with a puff of smoke

We perch together.
Watching each-other
watch the days go by diving
into the mouths of monsters and madmen

"The Poet's Have Returned"

The poets have returned...
the ones who speak with my life

Daring that evil things exist

Drunk with inspiration and driving under the influential
tank treads of this "now's" rolling cookie cutter moment

Like crumpled masterpiece's,
in bullet proof trash cans
or
bus bench proverbs
to be read aloud
under "God" breath
inside ourselves
while feeling beside ourselves
and aimlessly drifting
within our conscious toy planes.

2-24-10