America

(inspired by Allen Ginsberg's)

America, hello are you there?
America, pick up the phone; your answering machine is broken.
The wires have caged your communication.
You're walking a fine line. How many animals are tortured to save your face?
America, I think your wrinkles are beautiful.
I wish you'd make-up a Sunflower bouquet in old RC bottles for my birthday like Judy did.
Feliz de cumpleanos! Tienes cero minutos hasta Y2K.
I don't care.
Once I was shot in a drive-by on The Road, so I'm preoccupied with the whether.
Oh wait, that was your poor child. Do you care whether why or what?
America, this is 911. Where are you?

I'm stuck in a ditch beside the Information Free Way.
I drove to fast to see the hawk signs. Do you see me stuck like a billboard?
Your Congress of Economic Oppressions create escapist obstacles while
spinning blood in my clothes and stealing my government.
I want some fresh organic peaches that I grew and pick myself, mother.
Let me pinch your cheeks fresh for the genetic engineers.
America, smile! You're on virtual reality.
Will you buy my produce?
Do you consume me and remake me in your image?
America, you're on sale and I'm broke.