Force of July

Got something to slather you
something to do with words born in Texas midnight raw where we crawled through an Amerikan night wilderness leading us astray on a journey into inner space dreamtime
this is the infinite void
worked into nothingness
the totality of everything that ever was
is
everything else in-between
you mention HER
I picture pastel mongoloid cookie-cutter houses in the suburbs
sheer picture-perfect success with rage driven automaton cruel and bizarre transpiring going on
silk blown ooze encrusted skin shackled to the wall atop a mattress with an Amerikan flag draped over it
and you wonder why I don't bother with patriotic capitalistic dreams fueled by Ayn Rand and a blonde-haired blue-eyed AR-15 pumping Jesus
I'm not from Texas
but I like to go there
born and dwelling in West Michigan
Bible Belt of the North
which is anything but godly
a crusade of artificiality
ready to tear this false paradise asunder
taking names
screaming in the wild
true independence
for this holiday feast