In My Mind's Eye

American Carnage

His shadow of tragedy veils the path of his footsteps,

For anarchy abounds in the unanalyzed world.

I feel the rivers flow through me, the vibrations of The Alligator's growling, rattling through closed ivory teeth.

The foliage green like the American money that came before it,

The water gray like those eyes of his that created it.

I feel the energy pulse in my veins, a declaration of anguish.

The fuel in our fossils kisses the air, the way he kissed the skies goodnight,

The way people my age kiss death on the cheek.

Nuance sparkles in his eyes, the world in his path set aflame by the devil's details.

Is the price of the truth a palace or a gilded prison?

I feel the worlds of fact and fiction melting,

Dripping like paint thick as the voices of a million men,

Mingling, yin and yang, in the hourglass he so cautiously holds.

Come taste the truth with me, let it coat your virgin tongue.

For while they may drown us in bullets,

Imprison us in paradise,

And suffocate us in salvation,

We will destroy them with their own deeds,

Their own damnations hidden from the public's golden eye.

I watch the rain pour down gold on the foreheads of the men who wish for glory,

Droplets of coveted acid, corrosive enough to dissolve the soft skin of an infant.

And all the presidents and demagogues drink the blood of corrupt gods from the skulls of their citizens.

The masses breathe lies like powdered opium, a love affair born from the moment our minds begin to wander to the peripheries of societal praxis.