immediate prose experiment (american boy)

Aug 03, 2008 - 20:27 PM PST

I love the tongue
and I love it when she licks that Virginia limestone
I crossed my desert to drown in the Colorado
among a scorpion scuttle
I rose with the sun in Rose City
no Ma, not selling today
I love this country when she burns past July's oppression
love her ramparts
stuck with mileage signs knowing where
I'll find the deadest swing-in since a life-time ago
in South Dakota

Ran naked through the wheat and reeds until I was clean
Sang earthbound noise pop falsetto for true heroes
Picked sunflowers for their ghosts

I am the new mustang fortunately wild
I am the apochryphal sect
the national flower
tom sawyer's black pool eyes
staring in large wonder

-smd, 2008