America the beautiful, like you have never seen
Soaring o'er vapor trails and spit of seawaves green
Spirit patriotic, Bishop, steeple or machine
Hope and spirit bursting, every person, at the seams
My darling was a deaf man, out of hubris, so I deemed
A drummer hitting hard at salty liquor in his 'teens
Getting caught together in the shower, in the schemes
Picking through the ashes just to try and find the beans
His father was a goner, from his golden days he'd weaned
Got himself away from all the pleasure and the screams
Even now it haunts him, somewhere hidden in his dreams
The voices of the jet engine like prayers they had seemed
Sitting in the cockpit with his heartbeat in his grip
His spirit in his throat and his pistol at his hip
He tells himself that this is everything he'll ever be
America the beautiful, like you will never see
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Miscellaneous Poetry 2018-2019
PoetryA collection of poems recently written- some for entertainment, some for classes.
