Tagged: all-american

first thing, saturday

first thing, saturday
morning, you take
the temperature
of our nation without
fail – another
shooting, another
breach, a familiar
unrest, a polished
contempt – i am
in the other room,
hanging on until
brunch, waiting
for a bloody peace

for eventually everyone,

for eventually everyone,
All-American sneaks up
on you –
a once colorful
ideal faded into
a colorless
complacency, as
spirited as any rendition
of Lee Greenwood’s
popular blessing,
as humdrum as
apple pie, Memorial
Day barbecue, and
voting rights –
conflict is just
an inconvenience
to be swept
under the rug