American Dreaming (A Collage poem)
Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there
It’s that we ignore the ones who are
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting
I am pretty damn naïve
But the truth is
You’re a liar
There is too much war in every verse of our silence
Reality weighs heavily in our bed
Naked and lonely
To think
We were once held together
By imagining-
Tasting every sweet nothing our minds could offer
An arrangement of derangements: And I’d eat you to live
But we’d fall
The way we’d always fall
Blue skies straight through to
Black, landing on golden yellows and fiery reds
Breathing in the familiar shock of confusion and chaos
Where trees are weeping
I keep trying to tell them
New leaves will come around in the spring
But you can’t tell trees those things
They’re like me
They just stand there and don’t listen
I wished you wished I was there
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon
But I am the type to fake believe your campaign
You could sell greed and destruction
But I couldn’t even sell
Look at me
So I packed my things
Finger-painted Fuck You in photographs
Because my sober hurts
And if this is the American Dream
You can have every acre
I’ll carve freedom into seeds
Swallow them whole
And watch branches sprout from my lifelines
Songbirds perched on my fingertips
Singing-
Wake me
Wake me when the American Dream is over