Tuesday, May 18, 2010

the unamerican dream

i had a dream that i saw Ambition in a wheelchair
paralyzed & slumped over...

& some smiling bum was skipping around
handing out trophies for all the things
in our lives at which we miserably failed...

& some one-toothed hobo was pinning medals
upon the tattered shirts of those brave enough
to have a long line of things they never even began...

& some howling madman w/a gown & tassel was handing out
honorary degrees in Inertia to all that were well-practiced
in the art of resignation...
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.

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