Flashbacks

America (Nod to Ginsberg)

I have always stuggled within you without succumbing to psychological ghettos

But still have not gained prominence for being your typical posterboy

I am over $2,000 deep

Not including student debt

As of March 9, 2012.

My mental atmosphere is my worst enemy.

When will you dilute your greed

Call your truces with white flags?

Stop forcing lower classes to suck your non-merciful dick.

This is a perfect time to write the poem

Uncensored phrases all given to you as presents.

When will you be soft as butterfly wings

Knead the ugly and rigid parts of your nudity

Save yourself from dying

Claim that your insides are just as beautiful as the monuments towering in your Mall?

Why have you hidden the truth of literature from my premature generation?

Why are your ovaries wasting lives?

These financial deficits give me bronchitis.

When will you have a corporate consumer chain that doesn't commercialize Black History Month?

I've never bullshitted but you have some fabrication.

This false dream on my television set no longer convinces me.

I'm a sinner and proud of it.

What are you?

We are two ends of the law balanced unevenly.

I've declared these victories and fighting to get to the results.

Quit bullying.

There have been enough suicides.

Breaking news is constant

Every day a youth is booked into parish prison.

I was once a Democrat and I left this party war.

I wish there were tobacco particles fraternizing in my lungs.

I lay in my bed with my feet planted on the wall

Thinking about what my dreamcatcher will filter.

I crave Ginsberg like green things suck water.

I'm directing this to you, America

You fucker

Or do you want a elephant administration in our midst?

We hear their slander at every conference and primary.

Their words sting like the bees of spring.

They always talk about changes.

Economies need to change for the rich.

Gay couples need to change for the sake of how genitalia is "normally" used.

Everything wants to change but talk is more active than action.

It's obvious that I do not know what it means to be truly American.

Riddle me this.

How can I recite testimonials for you when you don't reciprocate what is right?

America, I want you to be aware that I was born the 99% and I'm still there.

America, I plea for vindication of Assatta and Mumia.

Love should not go extinct.

America, I am Troy Davis.

You don't want to fuck up again.

This is time sensitive.

This is what I comprehend when I step outside my home.

This is complicated and wrong.

I'm starting work so my countercultural shoes can hit the pavement.