in the current climate...
you hardly have to believe in god...
good god served (said oath
and the ticker tape parade's
worth bribing
the begging bums)...
equivalent to simply listening
to some bruce springsteen....
i was: born outside the u. s.a.
and thank god or the flying
luck of fuck that i,
i will never step foot on that
hallow ground;
let me be the last man to
trample the: welcome
to the lunar jerusalem:
kippah minding...
kippah?! you sure it was not
the tonsure affair?!
i never made it as a tourist
to h'america... i guess i never will...
russia certained itself
as, my: preoccupied first...
i can almost imagine,
though, sight-seeing
the shit-hole,
the americana classics worth of towns...
the "natives" superstitions...
yeah... um-hum "natives"...
but besides the new york
yoke?
lavendar pussy l.a. juice?
i'd love the country flat-land
dead-end mid-west...
perhaps there and then...
but... oh... wait...
little europe is beckoning!
hello big h'america as that one big nothing...
aren't these 1st world people
limiting themselves
with over-inflated egoism -
and...
that there's something
that has to be made sacrificial -
and in it having to be made so...
also has to be the prime posit
of the experience of limbo?

p.s. literally - people are rubric starved....
sure... if i wanted to be the
pedgogy exemplar...
i'd write: a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i.... j...
mighty clumsy of me...
to have the ambitions to cling to
a higher purposes -
however riddled -
to the riddle infested
clot of clum-.