American Dream
I want to fly drunk, kill a monster with my bare
hands, remarry my wife on the edge
of a cliff as the lemmings dance around our feet,
confused of what comes next. I want to wear a cape
and have no one ask me why,
why people keep dying in school hallways, at concerts,
while standing outside hotels and on sun
drenched sidewalks. I want old to mean old.
I want young to stay that way.