go she hi gra o e

We are not safe
ever

We are the product of
salad shooters and
fried twinkies

We build foam walls
to keep the ethnics
out

We cringe vigilantly
at the turban-wearing
terrorists

(PFFFFFT)

We are the sum total
of our bad credit
our sexual partners
and our drink tabs

We love our children
though we don’t understand them
at all

We revere our ancestors
but where they came from
is a blast to decide

(PFFFFFT PFFFFFT)

We are the belly button
the buttock crease
and the shiny camel toe

We are channel 16
where local access
airs our cheap shadows

(PFFFFFFFFFFT)

We are bombs bursting in air
and the rockets red glare

We are the flag
still there
in the corner of the garage
under the broken circular saw

(originally published in Haggard & Halloo)

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1 Comment

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One response to “go she hi gra o e

  1. Shawn,
    love this poem.
    We are the sum total
    of our bad credit
    our sexual partners…
    We love our children
    though we don’t understand them
    at all

    well, damn.
    the whole thing hits it.

    by the by-
    thanks for stopping by OW
    and commenting.
    much appreciated, my friend.
    ;)michele

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