Even as the sun shines
upon the shadowed trees
and it gets grayer inside
Even as the cool breeze blows
and the debt and holes in my pocket
get larger
Even as the overwhelming
darkness spreads around
and blots out the memories
of passion
and carefree living
As the machines take over
more and more
of everything I see
So it's all hairspray
and artificial air
processed and recycled
so much it can't
be from nature
I want to love all of you
but I really wish
you were dead
and in the ground
or that this poets heart
would just drown
and rise again with
the rock hard stolidness
of an American Man
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