7.04.2012

pyrotechnics

The masses are all here,
huddled around funnel cakes
and this tired, wretched
Lynyrd Skynyrd cover band.

Nobody yearns for freedom here
unless freedom means
swigging Bud and hurling insults.
America's number one! Fuck yeah!

Helium balloons escape the teeming
refuse, floating above the clouds,
the tempest-tost flotsam grounded
in these fields, these ancient lands.

9 comments:

  1. Sounds like a Fourth celebration in many southern towns... maybe even mine. HA!

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  2. :) well, i never lived in the south but i know this place.

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  3. "Nobody yearns for freedom here
    unless freedom means
    swigging Bud and hurling insults."

    And you make the debris seem an insult to the air and ground!

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  4. we take any reason to celebrate don't we? Even if we are not even sure what we are rejoicing in, as long as we have beer, hot dogs, a common position we seem to find a way to indulge our patriotism.

    this made me feel all of that.

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  5. "...in these fields, these ancient lands...." I love that, Marian. Also love the mental image of the helium balloons rising........

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  6. wow, you've said so much here Marian! i laughed a bit at the "America's number one! fuck yeah!" because it's so, so true and it also made me sad. great piece here. x

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  7. thanks! laughable, depressing, ack.

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