The Great American Reverie

Experience ferments,
Grows rotten on the tongue,
Sour like green steak,
Or blackened fuzzy fruits.
 
I am mother and father,
A levee against the great western tide,
A prolapse of dissuasion,
A flower of discontent.
 
Standing on the expanding banks
Of the Chesapeake bay,
Of the boston harbour,
On the shores of the Staten.
 
Irises deepening  
All histories and miscomunications,
All blood and bitter world-views,
A blithering connaissance.
 
Comming down sandlots and wagontrails,
Comming down red carpets and promenades,
Coming down knolls and foothills,
A parade of junkies, dikes, hippies, drag-queens.
 
An American montage,
Poster children and nobodies,
Pushing and shoving ideas
Of liberty, truth and a reimagined past.
 
Disgrace flirting with innocence,
Death flirting with the human multiplicity,
You dazzling ancient wonder,
So incriminating, so bombastic.
 
One of rosebuds and fireflies,
One of imagery, ideals, and octaves.
Like a city set upon a hill you sing
Proud anthems ringing through the night.
 
But it's all gone sour now,
Like a well aged stout, or lager,
Made with cobwebs, dust, and paintchips,
Falling from the great decaying mural.