Photo-artistry by kenne
ashamed, yeah—
to be american,
to watch the lies crawl
out of every tv set,
to see men with soft hands
wave flags
while kids go hungry.
this isn’t a dream,
it’s a bad hangover
that won’t end.
still,
I light up a smoke,
watch the sun drag itself
over the busted horizon,
and wonder
how much longer
before the whole damn thing
goes up in flames.
