God Bless America

god bless america, land of thieves and cotton fields, time spent sunning, years leant, running, cancer yields veritable lines of stones, woven, yellow like the colour of my eyes these days, alcohol shades of patriotism, now red white and blue and brown our thoughts blur until a cigarette breath is exhaled, pull, a palace, face-full, temperate once, zinc, iron, disc drive, an alternate 1985, alive and dead and partially alive.

start from the beginning.

robin's egg blue like the sky where i found yours eyes and beg to lie for the days and sigh beneath waves of ways to dies in mays, junes, and julys, the heat of dunes, sand and wheat, earth has finally taken command of our meat and the hand of god, beat red and odd, missles fire, bloody thistles, entire buildings, whistles, fed through the wire of human cages above, it looms, and wages our fate boy girl boy to mate and hate and finally forsake coy smiles and toy piles, grown fully out of control, miles away, files, tiles, a gesture, we stay.

we fly.

crimson geodes of pale inner matter, crushed sinner, latter day saints, the tide of paints enter drawings of estimated counting, crawling and drawling a southern accented direction, wayward northern lights, you smoke them, i smoke them, an autumnal breeze of marijuana, a dry spell we can taste, arid summer, humid days, afternoons and mornings led by naps on carpets, the beached blunt bitch, the sour sass, things go slowly here, we are whole.