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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

American Dream

I ride bareback on a bald eagle
right through your door, or
if it's locked, your bedroom window
You're gonna love me!
I'm patriot porn--
Apple pie sweet
and fuck me heels
Cherry red mouth pledging allegiance
while I jiggle my blue starred tits
I'm white as fine grade cocaine
You know you're addicted
Glory, hallelujah!
You know you want me
I'm the American dream, cupcake
Just don't open your eyes.



a bit of cynicism submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 245
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bye Bye Miss American Pie

11 comments:

purplepeninportland said...

I absolutely adore this poem. I can envision the woman speaking. Great work!

elaine said...

Totally American - love it.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is as caustic as drain-cleaner! I love it.

Your piece would also be perfect to share in the Garden today, which is going with "Bye, Bye Miss American Pie"!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is fantastic! LOVE! IT! A kickass poem.

Marian said...

HAH, I feel this way about the observance of Veteran's Day.

Fireblossom said...

You don't fool me, Mouse. Scratch a cynic, find a romantic.

Hannah said...

Wow...your last line surprised me...powerful write!

Susan said...

Perfect. And as we spin more and more out of control, more icing is needed.

Carrie Van Horn said...

Your words pack a punch that rocks Lolamouse!!

Kutamun said...

Wow Lola ! Are you Marilyn Mansons sister ? Tell it like it is mate !
In Australia , we would like God to Save the Harlot Queen

consciouscacophony said...

Saucy....I love it!