twilight on fire
Monday, September 12, 2005
america...
invitation to meaninglessness.
a giant retail-ready wasteland.
where's the exit?
...can't find the exit.

stopped and asked for direction, for truth.
through lying teeth, with clean pressed suit--
a man takes a story down from the shelf,
forcing it into my hand...

i thought i knew better.


[democracy as performance art]

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