POEM:: Lucid american dreaming

here's a poem i wrote last night..
still have some space in the collection
coming out in the fall..:::

Lucid American Dreaming

in the end we get the beginning,
of the result of our inactions.
the wave on the beach of oily
treason, murder, sexual debauchery.
if only it were tv..
this is the u.s.s.a reality..
300 hundred million separate bubbles.

no matter your fervor,
he is our president.
when you travel you have
to answer, 'what did you do during
the war." and "why didn't you stop him"
we just marched produced songs about it
art, installations, performances, and yes poems.

the freaks never have had any power,
over any of the wars.
fleeting minutes of e-fame and it's over..
indie pop stars don't a full sky make..


there are some bright stars with the reins now.
know the slant of the past, corruption doesn't scare them..
they are born into globality, the seed isn't deeply buried..
in an instant the truth can be absorbed by us all..

it's epic, dramatic, we living in legend days.
purify the treachery out of the u.s.s.a.
the shock is that things are as they seem.
let's have a collective american a lucid dream.