Those gone made
for lack of love
and medication
their television sets are
5th story windows
endless blizzards
and the chatter of birds
too proud to fly south
The half-drunk ghosts
of Finnish miners
pushing their carts of bottles
into the frozen waters
that connect with the night
and disappear
I imagine this is death
and I am fine with it
the way a cat is fine
splayed out in the sun
waiting on nothing in particular
© 2016 Lee Kitzis
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Hey. My name is Johnny. You might know me from my old blog, Johnny Creepshow. I really like what you write. Your writing got me through some real hard times and kept me writing. Here's one of mine. The American Dream. (Shit or get off the pot).
What is the American dream? Is it forgotten but not gone? Is it the man mowing his lawn? Is it 2.5 kids? Is it the President? Just a face on all the money that's spent? Maybe it's catching a pass in the end zone? Or finally owning your own home? Maybe it's fat in the can? Maybe it's putting on weight. Maybe it's a 400 cubic-inch V-8 engine rocketing down Highway 88? Is it coke in a bottle? Is it burgers on the grill? Is it all you can eat? Does it come in a pill? Is it baked in a pie? Is it live free or die? Is it freedom? Is it playing dumb? Is it a mission accomplished? Is it getting the day shift? Is it two pay checks away? Is it open on Sundays? Does it have it's own holiday? Is it on sale at the mall? Is it autographed on a baseball?Is it yet to arrive? Is it staying alive? Is it available for three easy payments of $19.95?
What killed the American Dream? A broken home? A broken horse? A broken promise? A busted still? Shoot to kill? A marine with his rifle? Freedom? Boredom? Wire taps? Gangster rap? Japanese imports? Fox News reports? All work and no play? No job and no pay? A cough do to cold? Old age? Road rage? Maybe it was it Charley Manson? Or David Koresh? Maybe it was the Duke with a 6 gun, beating his chest? Was it a cheap shot? A blow to the head? Good blow? Bad heroine? The Grateful Dead? Was it an abortion? Or because it didn't get that promotion? Was it a hate crime? Was it the sort of thing that happens all the time? Was it Uncle Sam? The Son of Sam? Was it because of something that happened back in 'nam LSD? PTSD? ? Did it happen peacefully in its sleep? A nightmare on Main St.? A coma too deep? Chicken fried? Eaten alive? Did it die of fright? Did it go down with out a fight? Was it because Hitler was right? Did it happen overnight?
Where did they find the body of the American Dream? Any town USA? Where they prey five times a day? Home alone? Buried in the end zone? Face down in one-too-many empty sand lots? On the hands of Abraham? In the jungles of Vietnam? Waiting in line at Ground Zero? On a desert road trying to be a hero? With a wife and two kids? At the scene of the crime? Down to its last dime? With the warden calling time? On the right track? Back and to the left? Shot in the back while committing a theft. Around the finger of some queer? Ordering one more beer? Taking a last drag? Waving an upside down white flag? In a back alley? At a pep rally. Or was it gunned down on the corner in the heart of America?
Thanks for the kind words, Johnny! I know who you are. I'm a fan of yr blog too. Have followed it for some time. And I dig the poem!
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