this was a response to a friend about impressions of 2004 events: war,
baseball, elections, etc….
it is unfinished and also (obviously) encouraged by Alan Ginsberg, may
he rest in peace, (thanks to
rocktripper (www.rocktripper.com) for the Jelly Roll Beat stuff, them
cats is cool)

america
I’m breathing
and there is phlegm in my lungs
america
I’ve decided that my tomorrow isn’t any more important than your
yesterday
– so here we are right now
america
i’m inundated with market strategy, branding, targeted sales,
personalized credit cards
and classical hits advertising a gas guzzling monster truck and a 50
inch tv
america
I block out the noise with my ipod, don’t mug me for it
america
I am fundamentally christian in a fundamentally christian nation,
raging christian values
against other religious fundamentalists
america,
the reality is bleak
but it’s in high definition as long as you don’t show any tits
america
my boys and girls are dieing on foreign soil
we are defending a nation that doesn’t exist – where they have a reason
to hate me
america
I’m promiscuous, fucking the small potatoes into french fries, serving
them up
with an obese and greasy breakfast combination
america
I got my bikini waxed and i’ve been liposucked into
the somebody i wanted to be
america
see my blog for more information, google my picture,
steal my identity but don’t ask for my social security number
america
i am a right click to make it my desktop and you’re forensically
searching my files,
america
would you verify this information with me before
you send me a gmail invation
america
I wonder about nuclear bombs and how are they doing, how do they
feel so unused and alone
america
I voted for the guy who didn’t get elected, i should move to Ohio
america
you sold me heroin for cheap, and i can shoot-up a twenty-four hour
hard-on with
it and a little extra cialis
america
i want to be a patriot, a designated hitter,
i liked being a red sox fan when they were underdogs, now i like the
iraqi
america
i have the whole 1993 season on four dvds and the extra bits and
bloopers are great
america
i get all my news from a late night talk show host, i stepped up to the
window and you served me
and thanks for the toy, i think i’ll collect them all
america
the aids quilt isn’t big enough to cover africa
america
i murdered my child, my wife, i had a boat that should have taken me to
china
or at least let me sail away from a setting sun
america
i am your terrorist, in your waking dream, your cold sweat on the
pillow, behind your locked doors,
living your catholic pornography, I’m your jew nigger fairy putting a
jaw with teeth under your pillow
america
i am freely speaking
america
i am in your classroom, sitting in the back, waving my hand trying to
get your attention, and you call on me
and then march me down to the principals office
america
i’m downloaded,
america
i’m standing on a beautiful shore, on a beautiful morning, and wave of
sadness rises up out of the ocean
america
excuse me i have to blow my nose