Free form poetry about the state of the U.S. Mid West.
I've severed my own arm once again
Everything faded to black
Then I woke up in Middletown
Where once the machines roared
Now their voices echo back from China
Where our rich men have sold our soul
An occasional puff of steam
The smell of charred tires and wet paper
Meth has transformed 30 year old women
Into 80...two teeth, sagging... hopeless eyes
Nobody smiles here in Metaltown
Not even the old Ohio Jesters.
I trod the dusty town streets
The bank, still open, Duh!
The town in its death throws
Huge buildings crumble more each day
It's cheaper to build a new town
Than to resurrect the old glory
Bricks fall to the alley way
Like hairs from a barber chair
"Excuse me sir, could you spare a dollar?"
(The most commonly heard phrase).
Ragged bluejeans stained with urine
"God bless you, my brother"
Why spit on what's already decayed?
What we need is dynamite
And Samuel Clemens to light the match
This place is an embarrassment
Someday, after the ice age
The birds will fly over Piddletown
Where no human breathes
They've all scattered like wild dogs after gunshots.
The sunsets will be lovely
Even when none will place eyes to them
Ivy and trees will swallow the bricks
A statue of some man is all that's left of us.