An American Story

A short, choppy,
Post-Modern comment,
buckshot spewed words,
shedding bitter tears.

Chaotic, unstructured,
totally meaningless,
it whispers a woeful lament,
live hard—die fast.

The character, an anti-hero
feels like discarded garbage,
consumed
by calculated ambiguities
and ritualistic suicides
committed in America.

Experience transient paranoia,
milk crates for chairs,
an outlaw past, filled
with motorcycles, fights,
drug dealing and gun running.

It’s a rock and roll ride
with psychedelics.

Watch the strobe
and black lights flash,
burn and tarnish
as bubbles float
drip, drop, lava lamp,
amid drift and decadence,

personality disorders,
narcissism, cynicism,
hedonism, nihilism,
a witch’s brew
of antisocial behavior.

A classic example of bad taste,
morbidity, plot-less naturalism,
a misrepresentation of American
history, society, philosophy,
and psychology.

Soon to be a major motion picture.