My American Dream

Long stemmed grass stuck between my teeth

shock of black hair blowing in a summer breeze

I lost count of puffy clouds slow motion journey

across my panoramic view of childhood.

 

I guess life awoke my sleeping innocence

eighteen and America counted on me

to kill protect uphold words written

before my naiveté before I could shoot a gun.

 

Dark spots growing across this wrinkled skin

tell a story repeated in so many volumes

so many stories lost on hills valleys jungles

headless soldiers burned like a Sunday barbecue.

 

Did Uncle Harry Grandpa Seth daddy Johnny

come marching home again hoorah hoorah

did anyone wave their bloody legless bodies

in the air and scream “I’m buying.”

 

America’s stories are written in blood

hot rivets and soured sweat let’s kill those reds

yellows blacks browns and baby eggs

let’s kill mothers collateral relevance is all.

 

Peace is reading a newspaper want ad

grandkids suckling in the parlor

growing gun hands and running feet

they too will learn too soon, too soon

 

So what’s your plan little child soldier

go to college learn you are useless learn

Thomas Jefferson loved black women

his genius mind is lost forever in ignorance.

 

Learn that God is only you inside a Santa suit

learn your parents were wrong about freeways

cause nothing is free especially not your way

money pays for the paper George and John wrote upon.

 

This is my America you don’t like, you shun

like dumpster diving rat lovers

cardboard mangers sitting on steam grates

back alleys backwashes backstabbing.

 

Grab your last pay check and scream hoorah

parade your colors of black and blue

life is not mine to keep or yours to take.

Salute this brass bell America shoot my head off hoorah.

2 comments

  1. MG WELLS · August 17

    Thanks for sharing and best wishes!

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  2. sdgrimes · August 17

    Thanks MG and all the best to you.

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