all alone

Horatio's American DreamsPart I.Horatio's American Dreams
I walk past latter-day messiahs who have the tact to crucify themselves before the rest of the world, the pride to beg for humanity, the humility to shit and piss and rave, and the gall to ask for your spare change.
There are broken flowerpots on the street- scattered, spewing fertilizer that will help retake the land one blade at a time, inch by inch, parking lot by sullen parking lot; or maybe as a bomb- send us nature in the mail by overnight express.
Petals gather in frightened clumps out by the ashes of the woodshe
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